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Eight 8-year olds.
sat in a tree
swinging their legs.

How high have we climbed? asked one.
What it we fall?
another one said.

Look at the sky!
shrieked a third.
Said the fourth Why is it red?

We're so small
sobbed a fifth.
And young wept a sixth.

Said the seventh,
We're motherless birds
in a nest.

But how many years,
how many years are we all?
sang the one in the yellow dress.