To drive away sadness and gloom.”
“I’ll feed you, my dear little robin,
With crumbs from my table each day.
You shall never know want, little robin,
If only with me you will stay.”
But Robin was deaf to her pleading,
For love will not always prevail;
Her prayers and entreaties unheeding,
He flew from the snow and the hail.
Away to the south flew the robin,