The Robin
The robin sat within a tree
And cried, “Oh pity little me!
“Others’ plumage draws the eye
“And none are quite as drab as I!”
That robin had a cheery song,
But yet, he thought his feathers wrong
For, from his tail up to his crown
Poor Robin was completely brown.
So, though his singing made us glad
His lack of colour was quite sad
He sighed, and fluttered down to feed
Upon discovered grubs and seed.
But look! He saw another tree
That bore a burden sad to see;
For there, outstretched on beams of wood
A woman suffered, bleeding, nude.
A sign, above her bruiséd head
Proclaimed its simple message, dread
The naked woman was, it seemed
‘Barbaria, a Rebel Queen’
He looked upon her tortured frame
And saw her tears of dreadful pain;
And as he watched, he wondered why
This lovely women had to die?
Why must humans be such fools
To act in such a manner cruel?
Indeed, the bird was at a loss
Such a woman – on a cross!
Although he was a creature, wild
She looked upon the bird, and smiled,
And so he fluttered near her breast
And smeared her blood upon his chest.
That mark, although ‘tis strange to say
Is borne still by his kin today,
So when his bright red breast is seen
Remember our courageous queen!
Merry Christmas to all Crux Forumers!!
The robin sat within a tree
And cried, “Oh pity little me!
“Others’ plumage draws the eye
“And none are quite as drab as I!”
That robin had a cheery song,
But yet, he thought his feathers wrong
For, from his tail up to his crown
Poor Robin was completely brown.
So, though his singing made us glad
His lack of colour was quite sad
He sighed, and fluttered down to feed
Upon discovered grubs and seed.
But look! He saw another tree
That bore a burden sad to see;
For there, outstretched on beams of wood
A woman suffered, bleeding, nude.
A sign, above her bruiséd head
Proclaimed its simple message, dread
The naked woman was, it seemed
‘Barbaria, a Rebel Queen’
He looked upon her tortured frame
And saw her tears of dreadful pain;
And as he watched, he wondered why
This lovely women had to die?
Why must humans be such fools
To act in such a manner cruel?
Indeed, the bird was at a loss
Such a woman – on a cross!
Although he was a creature, wild
She looked upon the bird, and smiled,
And so he fluttered near her breast
And smeared her blood upon his chest.
That mark, although ‘tis strange to say
Is borne still by his kin today,
So when his bright red breast is seen
Remember our courageous queen!
Merry Christmas to all Crux Forumers!!
That was fantastic Wragg!!
Almost like it's some kind of a job....
I wouldn't have any reading material...
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