A Short Little Poem About The Robin Poem by Guinevere Eveleigh

Robin, robin with your chest so red
How do you keep the color shade so young and fresh
Do you crush berries into your plumage?
Or make a dye from the petals of rose and poppies and tulips
Oh Robin with your chest so red
Tell us your secret my dearest chirpy little friend
Well good sir if you must know
The little secret secret that Robins keep to their own
We take a thorn from a rose
And pierce it from our breasts that's not too deep but not too small
From there so forth we let a little droplet of our blood pour so
And that is how we keep our chest so red my dear good sir