I hear a sweet little red robin,
And she sings a happy tune.
I see a strong proud hoot owl,
And she flies high in the glow of the moon.
I see a nesting white snow dove,
And she is priming her soft feathery breast.
I see the old grey alley cat,
And she's put them all to rest.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
I hear a sweet little red robin,
And she sings a happy tune.
I see a strong proud hoot owl,
And she flies high in the glow of the moon.
I see a nesting white snow dove,
And she is priming her soft feathery breast.
I see the old grey alley cat,
And she's put them all to rest.
