Robin Red Breast
Little Robin red breast, I hear you sing your song. I would love to have you put it into my little cage, Into my little mouth.
Lula Lowe Weeden
Little Robin red breast, I hear you sing your song. I would love to have you put it into my little cage, Into my little mouth.
A child speaks directly to a robin, enchanted by its singing. She asks the bird to put the song into her “little cage” and “little mouth,” as if the music were something tangible she could hold, taste, or keep.
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