Nursery Rhyme. D. Natural History.

    Pit, Pat, well-a-day,
    Little Robin flew away;
    Where can little Robin be?
    Gone into the cherry tree.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLVI. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXXI. Relics.

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