|Photograph by Tony Hisgett, reproduced under Creative Commons License 2.0|
We didn’t have a name
For that stain on your chest and face;
“I have something to say”.
Down the centuries, we’ve made you friendly,
Leaving you unharmed
In countless nods to folklore:
Sit on our garden tools.
You come to us, here with the voice of the brook,
But Robin, did you get the message?
Ruddock, Redbreast, have you heard?
Who will tell you, rubecula?
We’ve made you our National Bird.
- Wes White 10th Chaired Bard of Ynys Witrin ('Bard of Glastonbury') /|\