A quiet winter poem about a robin with no berries or worms to find, and the simple kindness of scattering crumbs until the snow clears. Its gentle concern and soft ending make it well suited to a wind-down read.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
The little robin grieves
When the snow is on the ground,
For the trees have no leaves,
And no berries can be found.
The air is cold, the worms are hid;
For robin here what can be done?
Let's strow around some crumbs of bread,
And then he'll live till snow is gone.
About this rhyme
A gentle rhyme about a robin struggling once the snow comes and the berries and worms are gone. The answer offered is a real one and a small one: scatter some breadcrumbs and he'll manage until the thaw.
A good rhyme to say while actually doing it, crumbs on the windowsill for a bird outside.
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition