The Foolish Robin

The Foolish Robin desperately looked for a sword that they would hug. It was a curious approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Robin, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was wonderful. Who would have thought, a sword is the thing to select.

The Foolish Robin craved for a helmet that they would occasionally put up their bum. It should have been a fairly extraordinary action, to my mum, but not to the Robin, who assumed that it was in fact, miraculous. A helmet is the thing to choose.

The Foolish Robin desperately wanted a sack of potatoes that they liked to put on his head. It is a bizarre action, to my dad, but not to the Robin, who felt it was breathtaking. Bizarrely, a sack of potatoes being the thing opted for.

The Foolish Robin desperately needed a block of cheese that they liked to share. It was an astonishing undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Robin, who thought that this idea is wonderous. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese would be the item that was selected.

The Foolish Robin always carried a sponge that they liked to eat. It might have been a fairly peculiar suggestion, to you, but not to the Robin, who expected that the idea was wonderful. You wouldnt have imagined, a sponge being the chosen thing.

The Foolish Robin carried a cup that they sometimes demolish. This seems a fairly odd thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Robin, who expected it would be entertaining. A cup was the chosen thing.