THE LITTLE ROBIN
My, but you are a cheerful thing,
With your bonny bright breast and folded wing.
I have watched you hop and scratch around,
Searching for food when there's none to be found.
So here you are, share my bread,
You know I'd be sorry to see you dead.
There's no need to thank me and there's nothing to pay;
Just come back tomorrow and brighten my day.
Copyright Ruth Whittaker 1988