i looked up at that bare sycamore tree and there you are looking back at me. hello, it's spring kick out your boots and play with me. i have thin branches stuck in my beak ready to build a nest so quick. it will be soft as cotton balls, a home so sweet as cotton candy. but wait i need the wind to move this branch as i sway back and forth wiggling my tail. my breast is red, bright and clear. it'll bring you love, good luck and cheer, smiles of peace and happiness...the red robin of spring. yes, i saw one today. up in the air perched in a sycamore tree...singing a song of spring, melodiously :)
