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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.