Robin Sing To Me

I look at Robin,

He looks at me.

I am on the ground,

He’s up on the tree.


I call up to Robin:

Sing your sweet song to me!

I have seeds for you,

As you can clearly see.


So Robin sings to me;

I listen to his sweet song

Which feels my heart with glee

The whole day long.


Robin starts to sing at dawn,

He is up on the same old tree;

While I wake up with a yawn,

Robin sings to me.


I dread the day when Robin no longer sings;

To me his song is joyous melody.

If I miss the joy that his song brings,

My heart will be filled with melancholy.


By: Mr. Cheah Sin Chye, Petaling Jaya, Selangor.