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MORE ABOUT THE CUCKOO.

CUCKOO, Cuckoo,
What do you do?
In April

I open my bill,

In May
I sing night and day,
In June
I change my tune;
In July
Away I fly.

CUCKOO, cherry tree,
Come down and tell me,
How many years I have to live !

THE SONG OF THE CAT AND THE

FIDDLE.
HEY, diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such fine sport,
And the dish ran away

with the spoon.

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THE North wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then,

Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And to keep himself warm
Will hide his head under his wing,

Poor thing!

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FOUR corners to this bed,
Six angels round me spread;
Two to pray, two to wake,
Two to guard me till daybreak.

And blessed guardian angels keep
Me safe from danger while I sleep.

II.

I LAY me down upon my side,
And pray the Lord to be my guide
And if I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

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THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG. An old woman

was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence. “What,” said she, “shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market and buy a little pig." As she was coming home she came to a stile: the piggie would not go over the stile.

She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to the dog, “Dog ! bite pig. Pig won't go over the stile, and I shan't get home to-night.” But the dog would not.

She went a little further, and she came to a stick. So she said, “Stick! stick! beat dog. Dog

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