Robin Hood and Little John
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Is in the mickle wood!
Little John, Little John,
He to the town is gone.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Telling his beads,
All in the greenwood
Among the green weeds.
Little John, Little John,
If he comes no more,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
We shall fret full sore!
Illustration by Blanche Fisher Wright
This rhyme retells a moment from the old English ballads of Robin Hood. It shows Robin praying alone in the forest while Little John travels to town. The short verses capture both the friendship and the worry that bound these legendary outlaws together — courage mixed with loyalty in the heart of Sherwood.
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