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  • I awoke on Christamas morn' to see the crisp snow on the lawn

    what could have roused me from my rest, when I'm never at my best

    I spied a bird sat in a tree, that was what had awakened me

    T'was a little robin, with feathers brown and red

    so I crept outside, softly, to offer it some bread

    after all it's Christmas, when giving is the norm'

    and so I paused to pick it out a juicy looking worm

    the little robin swooped down, snatched the worm with a gulp

    but before it started on the bread, I'd sqaushed it to a pulp

    now that little robin really had a breast so red

    and so, without a further thought - I went back to bed!
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