SWEET LITTLE ROBIN

He came to my window one morning in spring
A sweet little robin came there to sing
The song that he sang was sweeter by far
Than ever was heard on a flute or guitar

Then after he finished his beautiful song
A Daring young man with a gun came along
He shot and he carried my Robin away
And that was the end of the break of the day


My uncle used to sing this to me when I was about 3