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Harriette Taylor Treadwell

Wee Robin's Christmas Song

Wee Robin Redbreast hopped upon a bush.

An old gray pussy came by and said,

"Where are you going, Wee Robin?"


Wee Robin said, "I'm going to the king.

I shall sing him a song

this good Christmas morning."


Gray pussy said, "Come here, Wee Robin,

I will show you a bonny ring

round my neck."


But Wee Robin said, "No, no, Gray Pussy!

No, no, you worried the wee mouse,

but you can not worry me."


So Wee Robin flew away.


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Then Wee Robin came to a mud wall.


There he saw a gray hawk.

The gray hawk said,

"Where are you going, Wee Robin?"


Wee Robin said, "I am going to the king.

I shall sing him a song

this good Christmas morning."


Gray hawk said, "Come here, Wee Robin,

I will show you a bonny feather

in my wing."


But Wee Robin said, "No, no, Gray Hawk!

No, no, you pecked the wee linnet,

but you can not peck me."

So Wee Robin flew away.


Then Wee Robin came to a hole in a cliff.

There he saw a sly fox.

The sly fox said,

"Where are you going, Wee Robin?"


Wee Robin said, "I am going to the king.

I shall sing him a song

this good Christmas morning."


The sly fox said, "Come here, Wee Robin,

I will show you a bonny spot

on my tail."


But Wee Robin said, "No, no, sly fox!

No, no, you worried the wee lamb,

but you can not worry me."

So Wee Robin flew away.


Then Wee Robin came to a spring.

There he saw a wee lad getting a drink.


And the wee lad said,

"Where are you going, Wee Robin?"


Wee Robin said, "I am going to the king.

I shall sing him a song

this good Christmas morning."


The wee lad said, "Come here, Wee Robin,

I will give you some crumbs."


But Wee Robin said, "No, no, wee lad!

No, no, you hit the little sparrow,

but you can not hit me."

So Wee Robin flew away.


Then Wee Robin came to the king's castle.

There he saw the king and queen.

"Now I shall sing my Christmas song,"

said Wee Robin.


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So Wee Robin sang

his good Christmas song.


Then the king said,

"What can we give Wee Robin

for his bonny Christmas song?"


"We can give him Jenny Wren

for a wife," said the queen.


So Wee Robin and Jenny Wren

flew away home.


— Scotch Folk Tale