THAT DARN RED ROBIN . . .

THAT DARN RED ROBIN . . .

That darn red robin - it’s sure no fool

Hopping about - looking like it is cool

Get a camera out then it’s peek a boo

You can’t catch me I am no darn fool

It hides in the bushes - laughing at me

Put your camera down it’s back to see

I thought only sparrows were cheeky

But there is no one cheekier than he

As the darn red robin loves playing me

Loves the attention as plain as can be

Mornings it is all game he loves to play

Then he is off - till the end of the day

I Can see him there looking - just for me

Singing - You can’t catch me I born free

Indiana Shaw . . . ; )