ROBERT Can you shoe this horse of mine? Yes, good sir, and that I can, As well as any other man: There's a nail, and there's a prod, And now, good sir, your horse is shod. L' 167. ITTLE robin redbreast sat upon a rail, He noddled with his head, and waggled with his tail; He noddled with his head, and waggled with his tail, As little robin redbreast sat upon a rail. 168. THE north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then? He'll sit in a barn, Poor thing! And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing ww THE END. Poor thing! |