I hop like a pretty ballerina on the grass,
I’m as quiet as a test being done by a class.
My stomach is as red as Father Christmas’s hat,
And I always hope I don’t get eaten by a cat.
I fly down from trees, way down low,
Then I land nearly upon the snow.
I symbolise Christmas, joy and cheer,
As well as marking the beginning of New Year.
A Robin.
That’s a lovely poem. Do enter it in our Christmas Competition, which will be starting in a few days.