Sunday, 23 December 2012

Robin's round

My fridge is full but the delivery from Tesco yesterday was not an unqualified success. I had ordered a big chicken....instead the tiniest one I've ever seen arrived. As there are only three of us to eat it this year it is not the end of the world....but garden birds every where may not be safe..Here is another of UA Fanthorpes lovely little Christmas verses.

Robin's round.

 

I am the proper bird for this season

Not blessed St Turkey

Born to be eaten

I'm man's inedible , permanent bird

I dine in his garden

My spoon is his spade

I'm the true token

Of Christ the Child King

I nest in man's stable

I eat at man's table

Through all his dark winters

I sing.

 

 

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