Mr. and Mrs. Robin Return

Mr. Robin Redbreast perches like a king on the purple garden chair - 
Pudgy tummy rounded and very handsomely red-vested.
I wonder where he and his queen have built their perfect cup-shaped nest?
In the eaves, atop the downspout, or in the leafy shelter of the crabapple tree?

Cheerily, cheer up! Cheerily, cheer up!

My robin friends require nothing from me, not even to be fed.
Crabapples and blueberries are choice morsels, and juicy worms make a fine dessert.
Their hop-run-run-run hunt for tasty fare is entertaining to watch.  
How many baby robins will join them this year; two broods or three?

Cheerily, cheer up! Cheerily, cheer up!

My robin friend takes wing abdicating his backyard purple throne,
Landing on the fountain, he cocks his head, first left, then right. 
Mrs. Robin joins him from her treetop perch for a splish-splashy fountain rendezvous. 
Then, off they flit to the locust tree where the king serenades his queen with his song.

Cheerily, cheer up! Cheerily, cheer up!
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