'TIS little Robin Redbreast <br /> Was piping on the spray, <br />'And pray, mamma, what shall we do <br /> To bring him up this way?' <br />Mamma into the pantry goes, <br /> And out again she comes, <br />And up flies the piper sweet, <br /> To pick up the crumbs. <br /> <br />I laughed to see the birdie pick, <br /> And clapt my hands in mirth, <br />When pussy up her ears did prick, <br /> Was lying on the hearth: <br />The nasty puss from out the house, <br /> Now at the piper springs; <br />But off unhurt darts Robin <br /> Upon his little wings. <br /> <br />'You cruel Tab, what would you do?— <br /> Mamma, reach me the cane, <br />And I will teach her Queenship how <br /> To play such pranks again:' <br />Around the room I pussy ran, <br /> And vainly ran her long, <br />The while away upon the spray <br /> Sweet Robin piped his song.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/robin-redbreast-4/
