Robin Redbreast 2


Come, robin, so merry,
With breast like a cherry,
For now 'tis the blossoming Spring;
Stretch open your throat,
Pour forth a glad note,
And spread out your beautiful wing.

Now the morning is clear,
Skim through the fresh air,
Your breakfast is ready in store;
Come, cheerily sing,
And your crumbs we will bring,
And scatter them all round the door.

Now light on the ground,
And hop all around,
And peck till you've eaten your fill;
Then think of the nest
Where your little ones rest,
And carry home some in your bill.