Little Cock Robin

I'VE A topical suggestion for more poetry for lock beams, writes David Collins.

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then,
Poor thing?

He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!

Just be thankful that our charity to 'poor Robin' is coming to an end and hope that under new leadership our charity will thrive.

[No more poetry please—Editor.]