Y dear, do you know,

MY

How a long time ago,

Two poor little children,

Whose names I don't know,

Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,
And left in a wood, as I've heard people say,

And when it was night,
So sad was their plight,

The sun it went down,

And the moon gave no light.

They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried,

And the poor little things, they lay down and died.

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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?”

THE

HERE was a crooked man, and he went crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked

mouse,

SIMP

IMPLE SIMON met a pieman,
Going to the fair;

Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Let me taste your ware."

Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny. Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed I have not any."

SIMPLE SIMON