THE ROBIN
Reading edition
When up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I!
When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And stoop, and drink, And bathe my wings, And chink and prink.
When winter frost Makes earth as steel I search and search But find no meal, And most unhappy Then I feel.
But when it lasts, And snows still fall, I get to feel No grief at all, For I turn to a cold stiff Feathery ball!