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Robin Redbreast.
When I see the Robin Redbreast sit upon my windowsill
I think of when the snow falls and everywhere seems still.
Pretty as a picture as the gardens dressed in white
there seems to be a peace on earth as life vanishes from sight.
Cause people in their homes will stay to keep themselves
safe and warm.
As out there in the garden there's brewing up a storm.
I look and see more snow fall, three weeks and it's there still.
So is Robin Redbreast upon my windowsill.
I feed him nuts, bread and bird seed to help him through this spell
I hope he gets enough from me to keep him feeling well.
Cause when the snow has lifted and winter months have past
Little Robin Redbreast disappears very fast.
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