The Brave Little Robin (An Autumn Carol)

The Robin in the Autumn sings

a different kind of song;

different from the Summer and Spring

when days were bright and long.

Its tune becomes a wistful one

as autumn time appears

for it knows it must soldier on

through cold days of the year.

But while he seems to sob in grief

it is his battle cry

for unlike crimson autumn leaves

Robins refuse to die.

Red as a soldier’s uniform

is his broad, blazing chest;

living, a duty to perform

and he will do his best.

Though days may grow more grey and bleak

and fields may fill with snow;

armed with no more than claw and beak

he’ll face his frosty foe.

Whether winter be harsh or chill;

the robin will be strong

and, while winter winds whistle shrilly,

sing his brave, bright song.