A Robin

I dance, I dance the whole night long
But never a penny make
To sell my very arms and legs
Would put my dreams at stake

But if I write the sky is blue
And cheerier than a storm,
They snatch me up with kingly praise
And mold me to their form

O unjust world, O cruel earth!
This place I must call home
There’s not a man wouldn’t sell his heart
And soul to earn your throne

But I, I am a lark, as free
As robin in flower bed
For though his feathers be gray as death
His chest is cherry red





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