A Little Robin Called Buddy

At the museum where I work, There's a robin that I feed. He's a chirpy little fellow, When I bestow him bird-seed. One bleak morning it happened, I foolishly forgot his food. As he landed right beside me, Expecting a meal to be viewed. I'm sorry was all I could say, But Buddy stay close and near. The leaves covering the ground, Have given me a great idea. My foot scraped the leaves away, To expose fresh soil beneath. Revealing little grubs and worms, I welcomed with great relief. Hungry Buddy didn't waste time, He began eating his morning meal. As I scraped away a larger patch, With a bigger breakfast to reveal. I quietly left little Buddy to it, Whispered him a promise on my way, With food galore this afternoon, For his friendship I won't betray.