  Were not to be seen.

  So the wind whistled for them
    A gay, merry tune,
  But so fast that the children
    Grew tired very soon.

  "Oh, we must stop dancing!"
    Cried each little child;
  "The tune that you whistle
    Is so very wild!"

  That made the wind angry;
    It rose very high;
  And their hats and their sun-shades
    Were blown to the sky.

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[Illustration]

  A merry group,
Fatal Shooting in Punchbowl

A man shot dead outside his Punchbowl home overnight was related to the wife of a man gunned down three weeks ago while he worked on his unfinished family home less than a kilometre away.

Bachir Arja, 28, known as Barry, died in his mother's arms following a targeted execution in Owen Street just before midnight .

"It's hard to explain, people going crazy killing each other

His distraught mother, Malake, yelled "don't die, don't die, your fiancee is coming" as relatives tried to revive her son in their front yard.

Shot dead ... Bachir Arja, left, and Ali Eid.

Sanaa El Arja, whose husband Ali Hachem Eid was shot three times in November as he worked on his family's half-finished mansion in Lumeah Street, Punchbowl, said Mr Arja was