[The rustle of heavy clothing, a small, frustrated noise and the sifting of sheets]
A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, And he chirrup'd and chirrup'd, so merry was he...
[A pause, and shifting again, sheets]
Mistress Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With cockle shells, and silver bells, and fair maids all in a r-
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