Babes. We are poor little babes in the wood,
And we've tried all the week to be good.
But they've gone and left us here,
And we really think it's a little bit queer,
For we're poor little babes in the wood,
And we've tried all the week to be good.
[They lie down and die.]
[Enter Robin, hopping.]
Robin. I'm a tender-hearted robin,