Lie on mother's knee, my own, Dance your heels about me! Apples leave the tree, my own, Soon you'll live without me.... [11] [11] The Nesting HourToC ToC Robin-friend has gone to bed, Little wing to hide his head— Mother's bird must slumber too Just as baby Robins do— When the stars begin to rise, Birds and babies close their eyes.
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