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.

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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

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THE END.

Poor thing!