Mute+Robin

All of his friends sing, And the other birds think they sing songs of beauty. The robin sees them singing But instead of a harmonious choir He hears one flat AH.
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If he were to say something The student tattling the teacher that had made a mistake She would scream at him As the birds would turn their tails in his direction

Mr. Robin can sing too, But what he lacks is confidence. If he were to try for the choir The doubt he gave himself The director would pour into him Like green grass grape flavored soup Filling him with misery.

When comes along the eagle Swallowing a tablet of hope The robin flies around to greet him. He is treated like a Pope! Begging like a child on Halloween day Robin parades a story of followers All doing one thing one way. Eagerly the Eagle glides away.

A bullet shooting through the sky Comes, with a squeak lands right by The puddle of supposed madder: Mr. Robin.

Hearing a noise the robin tilts his head Seeing who it is the puddle ozesses away and goes back to bed. It was the Chickadee too small and bright And missing a feather; Noticeable at first sight! No, No I cannot be seen with him! The Robins, my friends, will never let me in! Mistakenly he thought.

For in the morning there was a clatter The Chickadee knocked over some worm batter He had not thought it fair The Robins and Eagles could wake up late And still get warm worm batter By ribboning through the line Like sand sown between land and water Skipping Mr. Robin himself

The Chickadee did not mean to make a mess He just wanted some justice in this nest! For all off he other birds in this spot But the eagle had simply pushed him in the pot But little did the big bird know That Chickadees can’t have worm dough.

Twitching like a beetle on its back The Chickadee suffered in the other birds snack. And tweeting out for help All the Robin thought about was himself.

With his last breath and passion in his eyes The Chickadee was wise. He knew what he knew

Mr. Robins hero, an elf in size said

They will listen to you When you do too

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