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When father takes his spade to dig,
Then robin comes along.
He sits upon a little twig,
And sings a little song.
Or, if the trees are very far,
He does not stay alone,
But comes up close to where we are,
And bobs upon a stone.
—— Laurence Alma-Tadema
