When Robin Comes Bobbing Along
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Touched by your elegant beauty,
Sweet Robin please sing me your tune,
Gracing my scene with your presence,
On this fine morning in June,
Your red breast that glows in the sunlight,
Your eyes are the twinkling kind,
As you bob in and out of the planters,
You seek for that special find,
And as you fly over the treetops,
I sigh as you hurry away,
Come back again tomorrow,
For you surely brighten my day.
Jayne Louise Davies
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