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Welcome, little Robin,
With your scarlet breast,
In this winter weather
Cold must be your nest.
Hopping on the carpet,
Picking up the crumbs,
Robin knows the children
Love him when he comes.
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Average: 4.8 (6 votes)
Tue, 2015-11-24 22:05
#1
Hi.... I have been looking for this poem for many years.... If possible I would love to get the full version... I know most of it however... missing some words.


Thank You...

Rob Hutchison
Sun, 2024-12-08 14:20
#2
Hello Hutch, did you ever get all the words to the poem?  I would love to have them also.  It was a favourite of my father.