A tad early. Little Robin Red Breast arrived at Farmers Park as he has annually since appearing first in an Irish nursery ditty dating at least to 1744. As always there were crab apples still hanging on from autumn. Image: Steve Lunde
Original lyric
Little Robin Red Breast,
Sitting on a pole,
Nidde, Noddle, Went his tail.
And poop went his hole.
Sanitized
Little Robin Red Breast,
Sitting on a rail,
Wiggle, waggle,
Went his tail.
Fingerplay
Right hand extended in shape of a bird
poised on extended forefinger of left hand.
Little finger of right hand waggles from side to side.
Kids giggle either way. Appearing in 1833 edition of “The Only True Mother Goose Melodies”