Bobbin the Robin
I see a Robin Red Breast
He’s searching for a worm
A few quick steps is all he takes
He’s on a grassy berm
When he stops, he turns his head
And listens to the ground
If a worm should make a move
He’s sure to hear the sound
Soon the worm may find himself
In a game that he can’t win
If the Robin gets a hold of him
Let the tug-of-war begin
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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