I see a robin in the garden
I go outside and say "Pardon".
His chest is like fire
his legs as thin as wire.
his back is like milk chocolate
he can fit inside my pocket.
I go back inside to get some water
Mum says she can't find the fly-swatter.
I shrug and go back outside
to find the robin go down the slide.
I leave the water on the bird table
and as I go back inside I trip on a cable.
As I leave the bird has a bath
What's his name? I didn't ask.