John wonders what a Robin would say if it could talk.

If we could ask a robin what he thinks,
As around our kitchen door he slinks,
On a cold grey winters day,
This is what I think he’d say;
“Drat the cold and drat the snow,
Drat the frost that bites my toe,
As for this frozen ground I tread,
Give me summer time instead,
As to the songs and poetry,
People write about ‘brave’ me,
I have no fond and glad regards,
I only like snow on Christmas cards!”

— John Davison