There is a storm blowing our way
all the birds take flight and disappear 
All except the brave little robin
he doesn’t show any care or fear

He sits all alone steadfast and still 
watching the wild and windy weather 
Sleet and rain is heading our way 
he doesn’t seem to shake a feather 

I should be more like a brave robin
but I don’t like the cold, wind and rain
So I’ll stay indoors cosy and warm
until the sunshine comes back again