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That Darn Red Robin
THAT DARN RED ROBIN . . .
That darn red Robin, it’s sure no fool
Hopping about, looking, like it is, cool
Get a camera out then it’s peek a boo
You can’t catch me, I am no darn fool
It hides in the bushes, laughing at me
Put your camera down it’s back to see
Thought only sparrows were so cheeky
But; there is no one, cheekier; than he
As the darn red Robin loves playing me
It loves the attention, plain as it can be
Morning comes and he so loves to play
In and out of the hedge bushes all-day
I can see him there looking, just at me
Singing you can’t catch me, I born free
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
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Indiana Shaw
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