by Evaleen Stein
In our garden we have made
Such a pretty little pool,
Lined with pebbles neatly laid,
Filled with water clean and cool.
When the sun shines warm and high
Robins cluster round its brink,
Never one comes flying by
But will flutter down to drink.
Then they splash and splash and splash,
Spattering little showers bright
All around, till off they flash
Singing sweetly their delight.
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