The Norwegian Robin (Rødstrupen) . Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Little bird, a friendly face,
With chest so red, a happy trace.
You sing so sweet, a tinkling sound,
In gardens, woods, all around.

From tiny egg to feathered friend,
Your cheerful song, it knows no end.
You hop and search on leafy ground,
For juicy bugs, that can be found.

When days grow short and winds blow cold,
You fly away, brave and bold.
To warmer lands, a journey long,
Then back you come, with happy song.

Sometimes you stay, when snow is deep,
And near our homes, your watch you keep.
A tiny spark, in winter's grey,
The robin bright, to light our day.