Robin Red - Breast.
Plump and puffed-up robin,
perching on the bough.
His happy song will cheer me
and bring me peace, somehow.
He sports a bright-red waistcoat,
his beady eyes don't miss a thing.
Whilst he forages for worms,
a tuneful serenade will sing.
It's true, a robin can be bold
and eat straight from your hands.
He can be bossy and aggressive,
at bird-tables, when he lands.
But he's a favourite of this gardener
and alas, the cats I'm sure!
How I love this little songbird,
His visit's, well worth waiting for.
perching on the bough.
His happy song will cheer me
and bring me peace, somehow.
He sports a bright-red waistcoat,
his beady eyes don't miss a thing.
Whilst he forages for worms,
a tuneful serenade will sing.
It's true, a robin can be bold
and eat straight from your hands.
He can be bossy and aggressive,
at bird-tables, when he lands.
But he's a favourite of this gardener
and alas, the cats I'm sure!
How I love this little songbird,
His visit's, well worth waiting for.
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