A Collection of Poems

Robin Redbreast

Robin, Robin on a tree
Will you stop and sing for me?
Not of jackdaw or of crow
but the little tune we know.

Redbreast, Redbreast always there,
Giving sound to silent air.
Not like linnet or the bee,
Wandering from tree to tree.

Lone Bird, Lone Bird, never two
Always sings for me and you
With his little heart of gold
Forever warming up the cold.

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