I got an email about Harry Truman's presidency this morning which brought "Poor Little Robin" to mind. I remember hearing it about the time he left office, and thought it referred to him.
Chorus: Poor little robin, walkin', walkin' walkin' to Missouri He can't afford to fly. Poor little robin, walkin', walkin', walkin' to Missouri, Got a teardrop in his eye. I hope my story don't make you cry, But this birdie flew too high, He flew from his old Missouri home, He got caught up in the city ways Like dancing in caberets From party to party he did roam.
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