A little red robin perched on our back fence
Chirping away with its head on one side
Seen only by me from the old wooden bench
Seeking a worm that has no chance to hide
It’s the balance of nature a wise man once said
As he pulled out a fish from the river bed
A remark so profound and said without fuss
But on the way home he got hit by a bus
It seemed at the time a cruel fate
But it proved his point and no mistake
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