Robin Blood

oh robin in the tree one beady eye on me the other a bother for the black bug wings wrapped snug on leaf of the Lilac tree under which we drink our tea to my eldest I turn and a story is born dear child keep strong sing loud and long yon robin has proud chest for he sang without rest to save a princess 'Dad!!!!!!!!' It's true. for once the bird was dour lived in Royal ground. Feathers brown singing to please the princesses crowd until. Horror. Illness. Proclaimed loud 'Princess was dying having lost love for life broken hearts cost' little bird he loved with all his heart and by her window a song did start inside in a week sickly state to her beat did the tune relate and morbid promise was made that it was to be her final refrain. the bird sang through the day and through the night. stay by her and steady stave no food or drink did it crave. For on that wooden sill a dirty splinter a thorn ill pressed ever closer into chest of that songbird that took no rest. slowly the blood began to seep and single flow set to creep along the ledge up to edge of drop onto sickly hair shocking the poorly girl sitting there her eyes filled with pity for another that song of love from red chest cover over fidelity, hope, courage and caring that lifted her to desire life sharing. A rush of her own blood carried her to pull that splinter from the feather stained forever red for a life, by love, led. 'Load a Bllx Dad'