Pretty robin,
Breast so red,
Let me fly with you instead.
Over trees we'll soar up high,
Life's own turmoil's
Pass me by.
Pretty robin,
Song so fine,
You lift me up,
This heart of mine,
Welcomes you each passing day,
Every time you look my way.
Jayne Louise Davies
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