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The dinner things removed,

They all began to sing ; And soon they made the place

Near a mile round to ring. The concert it was fine,

And every bird tried Who best should sing for Robin

And Jenny Wren the bride

When in came the Cuckoo,

And made a great rout; He caught hold of Jenny,

And pulled her about. Cock Robin was angry,

And so was the Sparrow, Who fetched in a hurry

His bow and his arrow.

His aim then he took,

But he took it not right, His skill was not good,

Or he shot in a frightFor the Cuckoo he missed,

But Cock Robin he killed ! And all the birds mourned

That his blood was so spilled.

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