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things,. .  Old Kriss Krin - gle looked round and saw   up-

me! " .  .  Then old Kriss Krin -gle, who loves a joke as

on the elm - tree  bough,   High  hung  an

well  as  the  best,    Dropped  a  handful  of

o - ri - ole&rsquo;s nest,. . . lone-ly  and  emp - ty  now.

snow - flakes in - to  the o - ri - ole&rsquo;s  emp - ty   nest.