Robin

Robin and Robin! Come to my cabin. We can play in With fuss and fun. You can fly being gay And catch insect prey. As you like you play: I won’t be in the way. A beauty is your tail. How ably you waggle! When in air you sail You are not fragile. When you sing a song, By your tail you clang. You hold it upright, Swing it down to spread And gather it up Like a drum beat, Much in a rhythm To your crooning rhyme. Black in white is good. White in black is good. You’re black and white And are superbly bright. Chest and dorsal are black. Ventral is velvet white. Wings too bear white You are white by black. Koel like is Latha; You are my Asha, With look seductive And voice captive. You are nice to sing.. You’re nicer by wing. Love, can you spring? I love you, Robin. With me, you are free. Anytime you can flee. I make you happy When you are with me. Don’t feel it a sin To be with me in. You will have fun, Which is your win Robin and Robin! Come to my cabin. I’ll play a tune. You rest and preen. 28.04.2001, Pmdi