A little robin sits on my fence,
The brightest bird I ever saw.
Clasped in its sharp, copper talons
Holds a squirming grub, on which it gnaws.

A little robin sits on my fence,
It’s chest in crimson flame.
In its shiny, coal-black eyes you see
That this bird has no shame.

A little robin sits on my fence,
With a beak, sharp as thorns.
It spreads its great brown wings,
On a flight to visit its chicks
Which this little bird has borne.

A little robin soars in the sky,
Flying up above.
I hope it gets home safely,
To meet with its joyful love.

A little robin sits patiently,
Eyes gleaming with pride.
As it watches its young fly away,
Past all the Christmas lights.