The Foolish Robin and the Lonely Old Man
It was early in the morning
I had my cup of tea
When a little robin landed
Beside me peculiarly
Outside on the porch
We talked, him and I
I taught him how to speak
He taught me how to fly
We glided over deserts
And perched atop jungles
We saw men and women talking
Beneath us just a mumble
We saw Paris and Rome
Geneva and Berlin
We saw wonders of the world
Places no man has ever been
I wiped a tear from my eyes
As we landed back home
For I had seen miracles
Which I had never known
Fly away I said
To that little brown bird
Go away from this place
It is not safe, take my word
But he did not listen
And he stayed right by my side
He taught me how to live
I taught him how to die
Thus is the way
With humans and robins
I am afraid it all ends
In a fate far too common
So fly away
While you still have a chance
Less you end up like the foolish robin
And the lonely old man
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