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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?"