The Robin Redbreast 



When snow is on the ground, and King Frost holds 

 the woods and fields in his icy grip, the little Robin 

 Redbreast taps at our window for his breakfast of 

 crumbs. Tf we are very quiet and gentle, and are 

 careful to shut up the cat, he will even hop into the 

 room and help himself to the good things on the 

 table. For of all the little birds that make the woods 

 glad with their song, there is none so fearless as this 

 tiny warbler with the red breast, the bold black eye, 

 and pretty winning ways. 



