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| The Robin |
| The robin sits near the apple tree Singing sweetly out to me. She tells me of her cozy nest In the tree she likes the best. She tells me of her robin mate And she herself can hardly wait-- They have four blue eggs, you see, That soon will be their family. They'll live together in their cozy nest In the tree that they love best. Happy near her apple tree, Robin sings her news to me. |
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