There was a lil Robin
a-hopping in the garden,
I spoke to that Robin,
I said, ‘Do you know,
that ‘garden’ rhymes with ‘pardon’?’
He looked at me,
as Robins do,
and then he flew away;
I’m sad he went,
left so soon,
I had plenty more to say.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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