Never Three on a Card
Every Christmas, I get a warm glow
From a handful of cards with the robins’ hello –
They’re sometimes alone, and they’re sometimes a pair,
But a third one is nowhere – cos as we all know
A flock of the robins is strictly no-go.
But what is this latest the postladies bear ?
One robin, two robins, three robins…? Whoa…!
But how can the senders so brazenly dare ?,
Depicting the moment before the first blow –
As the beak and the claw will leave no love to spare,
As they battle to mate and to overthrow.
But no ! They swear they’ve taken care
To only show what’s really there.
In Winter, it seems, the robins bestow
A happier temper, content to share –
For outside of breeding, they treat all fair,
And frolic together in goodwill and snow.
Rhyming Couplets 