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Can you continue this poem for me?
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Now this Little Old Woman had not always lived in a Shoe. She and
monster fell heavily on the ground, dead.
embraced their father, they soon broke his chain and set him
free.
We must now return to the Little Old Woman. After her sons had
A gentleman of good account
In Norfolk dwelt of late,
Whose wealth and riches did surmount
Most men of his estate.
Sore sick he was, and like to die,
No help his life could save;
His wife by him as sick did lie,
And both were near the grave.
No love between these two was lost:
Each to the other kind;
In love they lived, in love they died,
And left two babes behind.
Now if the children chanced to die,
Ere they to age should come,
Their uncle should possess their wealth:
For so the will did run.
"Now brother," said the dying man,
"Look to my children dear;
Be good unto my boy and girl,
No friend else have they here."
Their parents being dead and gone,
The children home he takes,
And brings them both unto his house,
Where much of them he makes.
He had not kept these pretty babes
A twelvemonth and a day,
When, for their wealth, he did devise
To make them both away.
He bargain'd with two ruffians bold,
Who were of savage mood,
That they should take the children twain,
And slay them in a wood.
They prate and prattle pleasantly
While riding on the way,
To those their wicked uncle hired,
These lovely babes to slay:
So that the pretty speech they had,
Made the ruffians' heart relent;
And they that took the deed to do,
Full sorely did repent.
Yet one of them, more hard of heart,
Did vow to do his charge,
Because the wretch that hired him
Had paid him very large.
The other would not agree thereto,
So here they fell at strife;
With one another they did fight,
About the children's life:
And he that was of milder mood,
Did slay the other there,
Within an unfrequented wood;
The babes did quake for fear!
He took the children by the hand,
While they for bread complain:
"Stay here," said he, "I'll bring ye bread,
When I do come again."
These pretty babes, with hand in hand,
Went wandering up and down;
But never more they saw the man,
Approaching from the town:
Thus wander'd these two pretty dears,
Till death did end their grief;
In one another's arms they died,
Poor babes, past all relief:
No burial these innocents
Of any man receives,
But robin red-breast lovingly
Did cover them with leaves.
The fellow that did take in hand
These children for to kill,
Was for a robbery judged to die,
As was God's blessed will:
And did confess the very truth,
The which is here express'd;
Their uncle died while he for debt
Did long in prison rest.
"Little Bo-Peep she lost her sheep
And didn't know where to find them.
Let them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them!"
So runs the Nursery Rhyme. Little Bo-Peep was a very nice little
girl. Her cheeks had a bloom on them like a lovely peach, and her
But though Little Bo-Peep was as good as she was beautiful, she
happened.
Very soon the rest of the flock began to dance and caper too. And
When Little Bo-Peep awoke she found her sheep gone, and hardly
fields.
assistant
Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
  She wandered on till night-fall, and being faint with hunger, was
hair.
tails. The elves will play with them for this night, but in the
morning every sheep will have its tail again, except the stupid
After riding them about for some time, and having great fun with
them, the mad sport ceased, and each Elf restored the tail to his
There was once a family of Five Little Pigs, and Mrs. Pig, their
his vegetables, and very soon after Rusty came trotting into the
This little pig was a very good and careful fellow. He gave his
He brought everything she wanted, and lifted off the kettle from
The Little Pig who Cried "Wee, wee," all the Way Home.
This little pig went fishing. Now he had been told not to go into
farmer caught him, and as he laid his whip over his back for some
Old Mother Goose lived in a cottage with her son Jack. Jack was a
clothes-prop till he found he had lost himself. After he had made
When Jack was left alone, he made the best of his way to the
When Jack asked to see the Squire, they laughed at him, and made