The robin is naught the fiercest bird
But, I can see, the robin, yes, O!
The robin there I see, I —
Me, and we, can see, that the robin
Is not yet strong, but in death
The robin, and me, will grow
To be, yes, the robin and we,
Grow to three, strong, and see,
The robin, and me
The robin, the fly by bird, the test
Hearing the song for joy of singing, for faith
Evergreens, of many a yellow and blue
Red, and maybe green or even redder
Over hilltops, shrubs, and nevermore, but O!
Before the unhurting soaring, under the slab
It's certainly not the strongest bird, no, but I —
No, we, can tell its stronger than
And if we both see the land, A
Neverending needy love will fan
Decide now, robin thee, for you, and
Me, can be stronger than them
Evergreens, that only wish to soar above
its a double acrostic in the last three stanzas
