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MOTHER STORIES
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They sobbed and they sighed, and they
bitterly cried,
And the poor little things, they lay down
and died.
And when they were dead,
The Robins so red,
Brought strawberry-leaves
And over them spread;
And all the day long,
They sung them this song:
"Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in
the wood!
And don't you remember the babes in the
wood?"
Poor old Robinson CrusoeI
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat
Of an old nanny goat,
I wonder how they could do so!
With a ring a ting tang,
And a ring a ting tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
