MY dear, do you know How a long time ago, Two poor little children, Whose names I don't know, Were stolen away On a fine summer's day, And left in a wood, As I've heard people say. And when it was night, So sad was their plight, The sun it went down And the moon gave no light! They sobb'd and they sigh'd, And they bitterly cried, And the poor little things, They laid down and died. And when they were dead, The robins so red Brought strawberry leaves, And over them spread; And all the day long, They sang them this song— @3Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood! And don't you remember The babes in the wood?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF IT WERE NOT FOR YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS |