At mother's knee for you;

Perhaps the angels with their wings

Will come and warm you, little things;

I'm sure that, if God knew,

He'd let the lambs be born in May.

 

 

 

 

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The RobinToC

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When father takes his spade to dig,

Then Robin comes along;

He sits upon a little twig

And sings a little song.

Or, if the trees are rather far,

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