Meenas Poems
The little robin red breast
sat on a high rest
called out at its voice best
his love set forth a test
perhaps for a jest
hid herself behind a thorny bush
the little robin flew win a rush
could not find her in the lush
finally settled down with a hush
the female after a lot of fuss
came out smiling glorious
the robin kissed her all gracious
The little red robin
is calling me in
I am going to go in
see what is happening in
as there is lot of din
that keeps going on
for a long time on
the fellow red robins have gone
only a few be there on
yet the noise is going on
with a great follow on
rushing in to see what is going on
found a team of bird there on
circling round a new born. 
Meenas Poems 