The quintessential bird of spring,
When will you appear in my backyard?
Last year, early March brought you here.
Yellow-beaked with orange breast,
Hopping across lawns to stalk earthworms.
Never in a big hurry,
Early morning bird,
Tugging your favorite food out of the soil.
You’ll find fruit later in the day.
I listen for your low cuck notes;
Your clear lilting whistles.
You love to sing!
I hope to see you soon,
Do you remember this song? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttAaOZo2-8M
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along, along
There’ll be no more sobbin’ when he starts throbbin’ his old sweet song
Wake up, wake up you sleepy head
Get up, get out of your bed
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red
Live, love, laugh and be happy
What if I were blue, now I’m walking through the fields of flowers
Rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours
I’m just a kid again doing what I did again, singing a song
When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin’ along