"A grandma is just an antique little girl"...unknown
The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warmand hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
Crazy weather back there! Love your poem and I do miss robins.
My girls used to love that poem.
I wonder if the robin has returned to the Midwest yet.
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