Little Red Robin Hood

Down at the duck pond

He waits in the trees,

Just biding his time

And enjoying the breeze.

He waits ’til he spies them—

A couple with bread!

They’re looking for duckies

Who want to be fed.

They toss out some bread crumbs

With sweet satisfaction,

Then Little Red Robin Hood

Swoops into action.

He has to work quickly,

So nimble and fleet,

To avoid getting trampled

By all those webbed feet.

He pecks up three crumbs

And he flies to the wood.

His eyes dart about

For a chance to do good.

He brings one fat crumb

To a sparrow in need.

She’s got a full nest

And three hatchlings to feed.

The second one goes

To the cardinal’s high perch.

It’s just enough bread crumb

To share with his church.

The third crumb he brings

To his favorite girl.

She’s tall, brown, and fuzzy—

And cute, for a squirrel.

Then he flies off once more,

Never stopping for praise

As he fights for poor critters

The rest of his days.

So the next time you go

To bring duckies a feast,

Toss a couple of crumbs

To the robin, at least.

You may never know

Where he takes your donation,

But critters will thank you

Through all of creation.