Robin Road

 Robins

In the tree

Like oranges with wings

Singing oh so sweetly

But bitter rivalries win

The peel of bells

Across a winter scene

And he dived down into hell

To deliver water

To souls in purgatory

The Orange smells

The Holly pricks

The cocks fight themselves

To find the biggest dicks

But Someone shot him

On the road to ruin

Caught red handed

By the river Brue in

His red coat

His scarlet tail

The blood was flowing

until the January sale

And we keep our sides of

the garden wall

But I hear he cried

As the buckets fall

Down the well

To fetch the water

Wren, and hen and cottage daughter

Jack is lonesome on the hill

Mary's waiting blood and all

The rose is pricked

Plucked petal

placed in the mouth

Twin tongues call

The Robin sings

all winter to spring

In coldest times devouring

Such little birds but stout of heart

Ever ready reddened breast out

Facing the hedgerows

Turning about

Without a doubt

Like an arrow

Said the sparrow

Like a plough

Said the cow

On garden fork

Said the spying hawk

As gardeners busily work

Won't follow the swallow south

But stick it out

With true grit

As the snow falls 

from the sky's bit lip

And paintings of Christmas quip

Have him chirping about as reindeers skip

But shaded in obscurity, 

the blotting out of infirmity

The raging shout

The angry bull

Whose crying out 

In push and pull

the little snout

with brave pout

sings