THE ROBIN. 



breast living a bachelor or old maid 

 existence at some secluded farmhouse 

 high up amongst the hills or on some 

 lonely, treeless island round our coast. 



I have a male member of the species in 

 my garden that always superintends my 

 digging operations, and varies his search 

 for upturned grubs by standing on a clod 

 within a few inches of my spade and 

 singing me the sweetest of little songs. 

 May he long live to do so ! 



