Mother Goose goes mixed genre metal, lament the poor robin with a little atmospheric-black-doom-gothic-goose-metal!
"The little robin grieves
When the snow is on the ground,
For the trees have no leaves,
And no berries can be found."
"Cold and raw the north winds blow
Bleak in the morning early,
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly."
"All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly.
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly."
"The air is cold, the worms are hid;
For robin here what can be done?
Let's strow around some crumbs of bread,
And then he'll live till snow is gone."
"Cold and raw the north winds blow
Bleak in the morning early,
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly."
"All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly.
The robin, little robin.
Grieves."
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