The Robin is Dead

 

Long live the Robin,

The Robin is dead.

He was hunting a worm,

And got hit in the head. 

 

Now why did he come,

To this untimely demise?

It wasn't smart,

And wasn't wise.

 

It's just that he hunted,

In a cat's domain.

Like the worm he hunted with zest,

He's gone to his worldly rest.

 

Dirt to worm,

Worm to Robin.

Robin to cat,

In endless succession.

 

So the next time you eat,

That wonderful Chinese carryout.

Let me give fair warning,

The chicken you are eating,

May have been a worm in the morning.

 

Long live the Red Robin!

 

Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull

2/27/99



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