Hello Robin, you’re a frequent visitor
to our parts.
Dancin’ on a hood of the Chevy
Hoppin here and there.
Perched on the mirror,
Are you admiring your fine feathered sheen?
Flying to the closest tree,
you keep coming back to
your metal resting perch.
Little birdie, what do you see?
Why do you prefer the truck over the tree?
Oh the spectacular sights of May in the country!
Our little friend, the Robin is welcome anytime.