Where is the female bird? The female bird is dead.
Where is the male bird? Here comes a cat.
ate it with its skin and bones.
Who has returned to the
To the shaky, warm nest? No more.
Poor little bird!
The shepherd was deceived and not present!
The dog died and then came the wolf.
The dog died and then came the wolf, who turned around with a bad heart.
But who is there to watch out for
The swaying hut? There is no more.
Poor lambs!
Men in jail!
Mothers in the poorhouse!
Wind-blown houses into disaster.
Shaking the broken cradle.
Is there anyone left? There is no more.
Poor little boy!
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