robin my blood

oh robin in the tree

one beady eye on me

the other

a bother

for the black bug

wings wrapped snug

on leaf of the Lilac tree

under which we drink our tea

to my eldest I turn

and a story is born

dear child keep strong

sing loud and long

yon robin has proud chest

for he sang without rest

to save a princess

'Dad!!!!!!!!'

It's true. for once the bird was dour

lived in Royal ground. Feathers brown

singing to please the princesses crowd

until. Horror. Illness. Proclaimed loud

'Princess was dying having lost

love for life broken hearts cost'

little bird he loved with all his heart

and by her window a song did start

inside in a week sickly state

to her beat did the tune relate

and morbid promise was made

that it was to be her final refrain.

the bird sang through the day

and through the night. stay

by her and steady stave

no food or drink did it crave.

For on that wooden sill

a dirty splinter a thorn ill

pressed ever closer into chest

of that songbird that took no rest.

slowly the blood began to seep

and single flow set to creep

along the ledge up to edge

of drop onto sickly hair

shocking the poorly girl sitting there

her eyes filled with pity for another

that song of love from red chest cover

over fidelity, hope, courage and caring

that lifted her to desire life sharing.

A rush of her own blood carried her

to pull that splinter from the feather

stained forever red

for a life, by love, led.

'Load a Bllx Dad'