A Genuine Experience
A certain robin used to come and visit me
When he roosted at the base of my neighbour's apple tree
Inside an old pail which has set round it's roots
Where this perky lad cared not two hoots.
His cheery song led the dawning
Leaving off abruptly to allow the others of the feathered tribe
To continue till morning
Because this rascal in through my bedroom window next would fly
To see what tidbits he could espy.