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Robin red breast.
Oh little robin red breast,
tis your garden yes i know.
You watch me very carefully
as i come and go.
Oh little robin red breast,
so small and yet so brave.
When you see the neighbours cat
you really rant and rave.
Then there"s Mr Blackbird,
who chirps near all the time.
Looks oer with beady eyes
from ivy that does climb.
Mr Thrush oh what"s the rush,
always in a hurry.
You land on mass upon the grass
the poor worms they do worry.
Then we have the blue tits,
and finches on the wing.
Who come to eat and have a treat
on coconuts hung by string.
Yes it is my garden,
a wonder to behold.
It is my pride and joy
as i am getting old.
The wildlife is my high life
in a world that"s dull and grey.
It"s paradise and very nice
and brightens up my day.
Oh little robin red breast,
so cocky and so sure.
You rule my land with iron hand
with a song that is so pure.
Oh little robin red breast,
twilights on its way.
It"s time to rest and go to sleep
it"s been a busy day.
I"ll see you in the morning,
when darkness it must end.
Until then may God keep you
my little feathered friend.
We have so much in common,
we both like our on space.
The colour of your breast
can sometimes match my face.
For i too am in bed,
with old pops right on top.
Giving it bloody laldy
the old git cannae stop.
His chest it is so hairy,
the friction is a test,
and in the bloody morning
i too will have red breasts!
