And the gray greedy Hawk says: "Where are you going, wee Robin?"

And the wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him

a song this glad Christmas morning."

And the gray greedy Hawk says: "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you

see the bright feather in my wing."

[Illustration: WEE ROBIN AND THE OLD GRAY PUSSY CAT]

But wee Robin says: "No, no! gray greedy Hawk, no, no! You pecked the

little Meadowlark, but you cannot peck me!"

So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a steep, rocky hillside, and

there he saw a sly Fox sitting. And the sly Fox says, "Where are you

going, wee Robin?"

And the wee Robin makes answer: "I'm going away to the King to sing him

a song this glad Christmas morning."

And the sly Fox says: "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you see the

pretty spot on the tip of my tail."

But the wee Robin says: "No, no! sly Fox, no, no! You worried the little

Lamb, but you cannot worry me!"

So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a grassy meadow, and there

he saw a little shepherd boy.