The robin rested on my wall
She seemed so timid and so small
Snowflakes fell slowly down
Red, the colour of her breast
I wonder where she had her nest
The snowflakes dissolve
Into the kitchen for some bread
This little bird needed to be fed
The snow began again.
That robin, how she did sing
A concert to my ears did bring
As the ground, turn white.
My little redbreast friend went away
However, return day after day
Even when the snow had gone
Mai Venn
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