Inspired by last week’s Robin spotters, our shared interest in worms (both Robins’s food and our windowsill kale red-wiggler composters), today we are singing a song. I looked for something with simple rhymes, for poetry month and here’s our finger play diddy::
Two little Robins sitting on a hill (sitting really still, etc.)
One named Jack, the other named Jill
Fly away Jack, fly away Jill
Come back Jack, come back Jill
Bring your rainboots for our mini hike, I wonder if we’ll see any Robins, and inspect where they’ve been digging. Are the Pinetum field worms wriggling around yet, or is it still too cold?