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This robin sings this robin fights he patrols my garden day and night He’s always there around my feet finding little things to eat He’s over here he’s going there without a worry without a care In full sun he’s colours shine i’d like to think he’s a friend of mine In early morn he’s there about’s preforming acrobatic acts Flying high flying low through the trees and undergrowth Searching searching all the time for tasty morsels he might find And when the day is at an end in song he tells me he’s my friend — Len Rose |