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Wee Robin’s Christmas Song

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By Robert Burns

December 24, 2024
3:37 pm
Los Angeles, CA

From A Scotch Folk Tale Attributed To Robert Burns ONE bright, shiny Christmas morning, an old gray Pussy went out to walk to see what she could see. As she was walking along, pit-pat, through the snow, she saw a wee Robin Redbreast hopping about on a bush. ‘’Good morning, Robin,” said she. “Where are you going on this cold and frosty morning ‘Tm going to the King,” answered the wee Robin Redbreast. ‘Im going to sing him a song on this merry Christmas morning.” “Oh, but wait a minute before you go,” said the old gray Pussy. “Just hop down here to me, and I’ll show you a bonny white ring that I have around my neck.” But Robin looked down at Pussy with a twinkle in his

From A Scotch Folk Tale
Attributed To Robert Burns

ONE bright, shiny Christmas morning, an old gray Pussy went out to walk to see what she could see. As she was walking along, pit-pat, through the snow, she saw a
wee Robin Redbreast hopping about on a bush.

‘’Good morning, Robin,” said she. “Where are you going on this cold and frosty morning

‘Tm going to the King,” answered the wee Robin Redbreast. ‘Im going to sing him a song on this merry Christmas morning.”
“Oh, but wait a minute before you go,” said the old gray Pussy. “Just hop down here to me, and I’ll show you a bonny white ring that I have around my neck.”

But Robin looked down at Pussy with a twinkle in his eye. He knew she would like him for breakfast.

“Ha! ha! gray Pussy,” said he, “you may show your white ring to the little gray mousie but I’ll not wait a minute to let you show it to me! I’ll go straight on to the King!”

So he spread his wings and flew away. He flew and he flew and he flew over the shiny white world till he came to a greedy old Hawk who was sitting on a fence.

“Good morning, Robin,” cried the Hawk. “Where are you going on this cold and frosty morning?” ‘Im going to the King,” answered the wee Robin Redbreast. ‘Im going to sing him a song on this merry Christmas morning.”

“Oh, but wait a minute before you go,”said the sly old Fox. “Let me show you aqueer black spot I have on the end of my tail.”
“Ha! ha! .sly Fox,” said the Robin, “I saw you tease the wee lambie, and I´ll not wait to see the queer black spot on your tail. I´ll go straight on to the King.”

So the Robin flew off once more and he flew and he flew and he flew until he saw a boy eating some bread and butter.

“Good morning, Robin,” said the boy. “Where are you going on this cold and frosty morning?”

I’m going to the King,” answered the wee Robin Redbreast. ‘Tm going to sing him a song on this merry Christmas morning.”

“Come a bit nearer,” said the boy, “and I´ll give you some crumbs from my bread.”

“Nay, nay, my wee man,” chirped the Robin. “I saw you catch the goldfinch, and I’ll not wait for your crumbs. I´ll go straight on to the King.

So, no matter who begged him to stop, the wee Robin paid no heed. He kept on about his business and flew straight off to the King. By and by he lit on the window sill of the palace. There he sat and he sang and so full of joy was he because this bright shiny morning was the blessed Christmas- day, that he wanted the whole wide world to be as happy as he.

He sang, and he sang, and he sang. The King and Queen sat at the window, and they were so pleased with his song that they asked each other what they could give to this sweet little singer, who had come so far to greet them.

“I know what we’ll do,” said the Queen. “We’ll give him bonny wee Jenny Wren to be his mate.”

So the King called for Jenny Wren, and Jenny Wren came flying. Then the wee, wee Robin and the wee, wee Wren sat side by side on the window sill, and they sang, and they sang, and they sang on that merry Christmas morning.

How Jenny Wren sings is beautifully depicted through the high, birdlike notes of the piccolo or octave flute in the short tone picture of the twittering little bird The Wren by Damarc.

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