A Children's Poem
Little Mama Robin,
When your nest fell from the tree,
I wondered if you were okay
And where you now could be.
But then I saw your babies
Hip-hopping all around,
Waiting for a "snack"
As you picked worms from the ground.
"Chirp" and "Peep" and "Cheep"
Are some names which sure would fit
Your little speckled babies
As they flutter and they flit.
Their feathers still are short
And their wings are not yet strong.
But soon they will be flying
'Cause you feed them all day long!
© 2008 Arlene Schwartzkopf