What Says the Robin?

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What says the robin to welcome Spring?
Tweet! Tweet!
Isn’t she sweet?

What says the leaf to welcome Spring?
Rustle, rustle!
See how they bustle.

What says the squirrel to welcome Spring?
Scamper, scamper!
Look how they do pamper.

What says the grass to welcome Spring?
Swish, swash!
Look, a stroller so posh.

What says the cricket to welcome Spring?
Chirp, chirp?
Do I hear a burp?

What do we see? What do we see?                      Mabel in Stroller
Baby out on her first stroll.
Baby out to greet the spring.
Could it be?
Oh, can it be?

What says Baby to welcome Spring?
Coo, coo, coo!
I’ll grow and grow
Strong and true.

What sings Spring, her soft reply?
Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye,
Hurry on home!
Hush-a-bye, hush-a-bye,
Hurry on home!

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About bjdonaldson

I think of myself as a Renaissance woman with a variety of passions. If you visited me, you might find me hanging out with my husband and children. Our Golden Retriever would be lovingly near. I am a Literacy Coach/Reading Specialist at an elementary school where I provide professional development and coaching to teachers. Formerly, I was a Reading Recovery teacher, an interventionist, and a middle and elementary classroom teacher. Getting up in the morning is not hard; I still love making a difference in the lives of children and teachers.

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  1. Lovely rhythm here – so much lovelier than what I was thinking regarding cardinals, birds that I love to see but that fly low to my car and get stuck in my grill. This is not a pretty image of spring! Your poem reminds me of one my grandmother read to me years ago about squirrels – do read your poem over and over to that sweet little one.

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    • Yikes, it does sound gruesome with the cardinal! What happened? Did you write it about a slice? And, no, I haven’t read it to my granddaughter yet. Can you tell I’m new at this grandmothering? Thanks for the comment.

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      • I haven’t sliced about the cardinal – maybe I should, although yes, it’s rather gruesome. I expect you will be an extraordinary grandmother. I would not be the reader, writer or person I am without my grandmother’s early influence.

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  2. What an adorable peanut! 🙂 And I’m glad spring is finally on the way! My mom always used to talk about the Robin being the harbinger of spring–of course, she didn’t use that word, but you get the idea. So Robins are always full of hope for me. And they make me think of my mom. 🙂

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