Supper for the Robins

These dear little birdies
Will not fly away;
They come for their breakfast
And supper each day.

They come in the morning,
At noon, and at night,
And always are welcomed
With greatest delight.

And crumbs in abundance
They always have found
Just under the window,
Spread out on the ground.

Now Minnie and Ella
Are watching to see
Their dear little robins
Come down from the tree,

Where they have been warbling
A beautiful lay,
To charm the dear children
At close of the day.