When a robin goes a-bobbin’
In the shillow shallow seas
He splishes and he splashes
Until everyone agrees
That his fithers and his feathers
From his beak down to his toes
Are as squeaky peaky clean
As a newly watered rose
I’ll prilly prolly delete this in the early pearly morn.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
You have a wonderful way with words, Lynn. I love reading your poetry. —Lori
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Thanks, Lori! ❤️
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I’m just catching up on your blog posts after being away for a week. The Robin pictures are so fun. It’s something I love to watch out my kitchen window and those robins make such a splash they pretty much empty our birdbath every time. I’m always filling it.
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I also watch out my kitchen window and although I don’t catch them at it often, it’s always delightful when I do.
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