The Robin
When I awoke one morning when all new things are born,
A Robin perched upon my sill to greet the coming morn,
The bird was fragile young and gay and sweetly did it sing,
A thought of happiness and joy into my heart did spring,
It really sang so sweetly, . . it filled my heart with need,
So I gently closed the window, . . and crushed it's bloomin heid.