Crimson Chest

A worm is what she seeks
As behind each blade of grass she peeks

In the distance you can hear her babies weep
Right behind the worm she leaps

Ever so swiftly with her razor sharp beak
She scoops up the worm without any delay, with no flaws to tweek

Immedatly she goes into flight
Soring high like a kite

She goes as fast as she possible can
Avoiding all the flirtous men

All of her children have to be fed
Or they will wind up dead

At the thought, her heart begins to race
So she begins to pick up her pace

Safe and sound is her nest
Looking better than the rest

All the peepers were counted for
As the squeled for more

She devoued the worm whole
And spit it up faster than a wack-a-mole

The worm was so yummy
And they all have a full tummy

Sleep sweeps across them
As their mother sits upon them

Being a mother robin is tough
Finding worms all the time is rough

But she loves her kids and how they will turn out to be
She thought to herself, just like me..

Cheyenne