To Catch A Worm
A hunger in a robin’s breast
Is to catch a worm
And from searching he seldom rests
With others that also yearn
They canvass most every lawn
For the juicy earthworms there
And stop and catch peeping ones
In the ground everywhere
After the lawns have been searched
The birds fly to budding trees
Where they sit undisturbed
with the growing leaves
They often sing a happy song
Each morning and through the night
Its refrain unending soon
And a sweet delight
Each day they do not hesitate
To stretch an earthworm there
With the worms tasting great
And beyond compare
Run and stop run and stop
The birds hunt around
With the worms in their beaks
Some of those they’ve found