What a calamity!
What is this that has befallen the valley?
No dawn chorus
No Shep, the sheepdog to meet the bus
Simon rooster has no wish to crow
Mellow lark has no get-up-and go
Natures community has never known it so dark
As the days wear on, still they come
We can’t say when the homage will be done
Who could commit this mortal sin
Still..cold..lifeless lies Cock Robin
Inspector Mole, determined to find the killer
Scrutinises all, in effort to identify the sinner
There may be a list of suspects and many a confession
To find the truth he will make it his obsession
He has the one
Little Tommy Tucker, the farmer’s son
What befell the man to give the boy a gun?
Dusk till dawn this man would toil
Hoeing..planting.. and reaping the soil
By natures hand Robin was put on this land
To brighten..enrich..and strengthen the heart of man.
brian roy skyers
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