Forest Farm Nature Reserve, one fine February day …

Me: ‘Hello, dear little robin. Got a song for me today?’
Robin: ‘Sure, lady. You know us robins love to sing. I’ve been learning a new one about an outlaw.’

Me: ‘Really? Okay, let’s hear it.’
Robin: ‘Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen.’

Robin: ‘Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men.’

Robin: ‘Feared by the bad, loved by the good.’

Robin: ‘Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood.’

Robin: ‘Well, what d’ya think? I’d like to be an outlaw like Robin Hood. He’s my hero.’
Me: ‘You sang brilliantly. Well done! And, as a reward, here’s some birdseed you might like.’