My grandmother sang a song when we were little :.

Two little children their names I don't know
went strolling along one fine summers day,
got lost in the woods I heard people say,
and when it was night so sad was their plight
and side by side they bitterly cried,
poor babes in the woods,
poor babes in the woods.

And when they were dead the Robin so red
picked strawberry leaves a no d over them spread
and sang them a song the whole night night long,
poor babes in the woods, poor babes in the woods.

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Line breaks added for readability. ---mudelf