The Ballad of Herb Robert
With his bobbing red head and his trim suit of green,
Herb Robert’s a dandy, the finest e’er seen.
For which Rob was he named, this knight of the hedgerow?
A monk or a Saint, or a stout Duke with short hose?
Nobody knows, but it doesn’t matter a ween,
For Herb Robert’s a dandy, the finest e’er seen.
He’s a friend and a helpmate to all those who serve
The Goddess of Healing and the magic of herbs.
The Geranium family spawned this wee bein’,
Herb Robert’s a dandy, the finest e’re seen.
But he wears no sweet perfume, no charming nosegay,
He smells like an ostler, of horses and hay.
For you’ll find him in places that are dark and mean,
Tho’ Herb Robert’s a dandy, the finest e’re seen.
In the stench of a battle, where limbs bleed and tear,
You’ll find handsome Robert, tending wounds there.
With his bobbing red head and his trim suit of green,
Herb Robert’s a dandy, the finest e’re seen.
But his heart’s with the wounded, the bleeding and torn,
He wraps them in comfort, and heals the forlorn.

I find these ‘ditties’ facinating as their use as a memory aid and instructional tool in yesteryear.
A delightful, spirited ballad Gail. I really enjoyed this.
I could almost hear the music, Gail. Is Herb Roberts a creation of yours? Or is there really a character from folklore/herblore with this name?
Gail, this is wonderful. Herb Robert is such a lovely plant and is worthy of this poem
The rhythm in this is so delightful - I have always read these fairy poems with joy!