Robin

Happy bird poem

Robin, robin
juicy worm in your mouth
did you come from the north
or fly in from the south

Hopping along without a care
on the Springtime walk
your beady little eyes
quickly blink then gawk

As the afternoon sun
hovers so bright
you take in the day
before it turns into night

Halloween-colored
orange on bottom, black on top
happy to fly
or just bop bop bop.