I spotted a robin the other day, hoping between patches of snow. Of course the childhood verse sprang to mind the next day as the temperature dropped and March winds started to blow once again:
“The March winds do blow and we shall have snow/and what will poor robin do then, poor thing? He’ll hide in the barn/to keep himself warm/and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.”
Spring also the time for change so hop over to my other two sites, where I am posting all the new stories and articles.
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