red robin, Red robin with your blushing red breast. Looking with sharp eyes darting pass the spectator a ignorance point.
radiating from the dew that was cried on by the mornings sky. Standing proudly with your bright red chest bestowing to the world look at me look at me!
oh sweet Robin who would come alive the most during the spring I will look at you ahrough the scope of a
beretta 92FS BB gun,
at 4:00 a.m
right before
i pull the
Trigger.