A robin sat upon a branch
And gave a little sigh.
The ground below was frozen hard
And snow came from the sky.
“Christmas cheer? No, not for me!
It really is a shame!” -
But then he heard the kitchen door
And out the children came.
“Happy Christmas, Robin dear:
Here’s something nice and sweet,”
And on the bird table they put
A special robin treat:
Oh! Lots of oats and dried mealworms -
And apple pieces too;
Some fat balls, raisins, sunflower hearts -
And now this robin knew
That the children, in the winter cold,
Thought of their friends, the birds,
And 'happy Christmas' really meant
Much more than just two words.
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