The Hare and the Robin
Brown Hare was out searching for some tasty winter grass, as is snowed, overhead hundreds of birds fluttered past He watched them with joy from the field where he sat, then spotted a distressed bird darting this way and that My Dear little bird please tell me what is the matter? “I cant find a coat!” He cried through his chit and his chatter For it is time to flock to the thrush family ball, where all Robins and Blackbirds and Nightingales call They all have smart red coats but I cannot find mine, so upset was the bird in his eyes bright tears shined With a smile Hare said gently it’s because you are young, once you are bigger you will grow the finest red one! For you my dear friend are a Robin don’t you see? A sure sign of winter like the snow of the trees You will drop your first feathers and this I can vow, then grow a splendid red chest of which to be proud! With relief Robin knew he really did belong , and flew off to his family with his heart full of song
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