VI.
The robin is the one
Bird I can’t stand
Because its song
Sounds so bland.
The robin is the one
That trills at noon
Repetitively,—
God-awful tune.
The robin is the one
That when she plops
Her nest with eggs,—
Ah, then music stops!
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The nicer version. Cf. “I dreaded that first robin so,” of which I have also discovered an early draft, to be published in the future. Image credit: American Robin by Dakota Lynch.
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