When skies turn blue and spring is new, (point up)

listen! A robin will sing. (cup ear)

And when you see him in a tree, (shield eyes)

say, "Hello, first robin of spring!" (wave to  robin)

When days grow cold and fall is old,

listen! A robin will call.

And when he flies to far-off skies,

say, "Good-bye last robin of fall!"

by Ruth A. Sakri

From Highlights High Five, March 2011