I'm 52 and remember my grandmother singing this to me you when I was a baby, wish I could remember all of it. ( two little children their names I don't know went strolling along one fine summer's day got lost in the woods I heard people say and when it was night so sad was there plight and side by side they bitterly cried, poor babes in the woods poor babes in the woods and when we're dead the Robin so red picked strawberry leaves and over them spread and send them a song the whole night long poor babes in the woods poor babes in the woods.