I'm a robin - and my time has come again.
The snow is gone, and the season's song
Is laughter and shared warmth with friends.
The trees spurt growth, and the colors burst,
And again I find, with sweet passing of time,
I'm saved! from mean Winter's gray curse.
So for a season, I'll hop in the grass,
And chase crickets for lunch on the fence.
And I'll fly from the cat, and dart like a bat,
Cause it's Spring! and fun only makes sense.
P. Davis
