The dove says, Coo, coo,
What shall I do?
I can scarce maintain two.
Pooh, pooh, says the wren,
Cackle, cackle, Mother Goose,
Have you any feathers loose?
Truly have I, pretty fellow,
Half enough to fill a pillow.
Here are quills, take one or two,
And down to make a bed for you.
Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.
I had two pigeons bright and gay,
They flew from me the other day;
What was the reason they did go?
I cannot tell, for I do not know.
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went pussy cat, and down went he;
Down came pussy, and away Robin ran;
Says little Robin Redbreast, Catch me if you can.
Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,
Cock Robin got up early,
At the break of day,
And went to Jenny's window
To sing a roundelay.
He sang Cock Robin's love
The cuckoo comes in April,
He sings his song in May;
In the middle of June
He changes his tune,
And then he flies away.
The robin and the redbreast,
The robin and the wren:
If you take from their nest
You'll never thrive again.
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