As I looked up in my apple tree
Two little friends I did see
A fairy boy all dressed all in blue
Talking away with someone new.
His wings of green were all a glimmer
And his curly hair in the sun did shimmer
He creeped and crawled on a branch up high
Then stopped and said "my oh my"
"Who are you with wings of brown
Flitting and flying down to the ground?
Your breast of red is soft and furry
You seem to be in such a hurry..."
And this was her reply:
"You may call me Mrs. Robin, I come here in the spring
I build my nest up in this tree, and how I love to sing!
My nest is strong and sturdy so, with branches dry and brown
But inside it is soft and warm, a cozy bed of down
For soon, I'll lay my eggs you see, all blue and speckled and round
I'll sit on them and keep them warm, until you hear the sound
Of babies with their voices high, a-chirping and a-cheeping
Until they settle down again, curled up and a- sleeping.
Then I'll fly away a bit and look for worms so long
And bring them back for feeding time to make my young ones strong."
The fairy boy he listened to the story of the bird
Never a tale so magical he had ever heard.
He wanted to help and be a friend to the Mother Red
And so he offered his services and this is what he said:
"Mrs. Robin I will help while you fly away
Your babies I will gently watch and keep them safe at bay
And should they wake and look around and give a little cry
I'll softly wave my fairy wings and sing a lullaby."
The mother gave a friendly nod and a smile she did lend
They joined their wings together and became the best of friends.
And so the two they shared their days in that apple tree
Tending to the babies young, birdies one, two three.
And when the birdies did grow up and away from the nest they flew
Mrs. Robin stayed best of friends with the fairy boy of Blue.
written by Christine Summerfield/April 2017