The Trail of Crumbs to Santa's Grotto

One Christmas, the robin lost his way,

Somewhere around Norway, he fell off Santa's sleigh...

Luckily, the FC had been eating tasty mince pies....which left a trail of crumbs before his beady, little eyes...

Because they were Lyons', - the tastiest in the world ...

The robin's mouth watered as around the globe they swirled...

As Santa grumbled that his belly rumbled...the mince pies crumbled and towards home he stumbled...

All over the presents, so neatly wrapped...

The robin red breasts' wings quickly flapped !

He started pecking one by one...

Till he reached Iceland and all were gone...

One, two, three, four...the crumbs he picked up off the floor...

Five, six, seven, eight...a trail of crumbs he hungrily ate...

Hot on Rudolph's furry tail...the robin red breast followed the wobbly trail !

By the time the robin had reached the tip of Spain...he'd eaten a dozen going forth and back again...

Still picking up the crumbs greedily...

He hoped he'd make it home for tea !

The robin hit his beak up on a rock...

But he was still hungry, so didn't stop...

His eyes span round, his head was dizzy...

Munching crumbs kept him quite busy !

By half past nine, he was merry once more...

Back home with the gnomes, drinking sherry by the score !