Tanny
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The Hungry Robin
Maryann Foster
A ROBIN likes a busy spade --
To perch and swoop, to beak his fill with worms and flies where weeds are laid,
Of such stuff his dreams are made, so do not let this Redbreast fade in winter's world of chill.
His food is buried underground he cannot dig a hole,
Frosty fingers spread around, snow lies thick in drift and mound,
And none can hear his muffled sound as he bares his starving soul.
Supply him with a source of scraps, a crust of bread a bit of seed,
Water from the garden taps, a cosy place for cold night naps.
Keep him safe from life's mishaps, this special friend in need.
Maryann Foster
A ROBIN likes a busy spade --
To perch and swoop, to beak his fill with worms and flies where weeds are laid,
Of such stuff his dreams are made, so do not let this Redbreast fade in winter's world of chill.
His food is buried underground he cannot dig a hole,
Frosty fingers spread around, snow lies thick in drift and mound,
And none can hear his muffled sound as he bares his starving soul.
Supply him with a source of scraps, a crust of bread a bit of seed,
Water from the garden taps, a cosy place for cold night naps.
Keep him safe from life's mishaps, this special friend in need.