Puer Cruleus.
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The cows in the meadow, the sheep in the corn. Wheres the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haycock fast asleep. Crule parve puer, cornu nunc suscipe cantum. Per segetes errant pecudes, per pascua vacc. Ah, ubi nunc ovium custos tam parvulus absit? En, gregis oblitus sub fno dormit opaco.
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