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I saw him sitting on the gate
a hungry little friend
I knew that he would sit and wait
on me he could depend.
Little robin with his red breast
always a cute and welcome guest
little robin
little robin
I wonder where you hide your nest
November brings a hoary frost
so beautiful and white
yet robin knows to his sad cost
it will be cold tonight.
He comes to me not one bit shy
and knows i will not let him die
he comes to me
he comes to me
for his hunger to satisfy.
A little help although he’s free
is something that he needs
for in the summer ‘neath his tree
there are insects and seeds.
Sweet and lovely i hear him sing
he’s such a precious little thing
sweet and lovely
sweet and lovely
no other bird more joy could bring.
© Stella Armour 2016