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BAI, BAT, COME UNDER MY HAT. 241 Bat, bat, come under my hat, And I 1] give you a slice of bacon, And when I bake I'll give you a cake, If I am not mistaken. The North Wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then? Poor thing! He will hop to a barn, . And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
