Oh,
There is a robin in our yard,
It must be Spring,
He flies over the lawn,
swooping down, the up,
to perch on a post,
resting, I’m sure.
He sits so still,
surveying, surveying
looking and listening,
for dinner:
worms
Oh,
There is a robin in our yard,
It must be Spring,
He flies over the lawn,
swooping down, the up,
to perch on a post,
resting, I’m sure.
He sits so still,
surveying, surveying
looking and listening,
for dinner:
worms