Oh look, here he comes a robin with his little grey red breast,

He lands upon a slender twig absolutely self-possessed,

He has come to the garden for his dinner or his tea,

Then another robin joins him for a little company,

They have a conversation with friendly chirping sound,

Each of them is happy that the other is around,

And it could be warm and fine or winter cold and grey,

The robins would still come around to pass the time of day.