Robin

I have been trying to find online a poem that I memorized when I was a child about a robin and a secret.  I think I have it in a three-ring binder that I used to keep poetry in....let me take a look...oh, there it is.  I was about 10 years old when I had to memorize this for school.  The other day, when the warm up started, I looked out in the backyard around the bird bath and there were no less than six robins drinking out of it.  That whole day I never saw so many robin's around town.  Truly spring has sprung.  Today I believe it is supposed to be around 70 degrees and I am so amped for it.  As I type this I am sitting in the living room and behind me sits my lone canary, Trinity.  She is talking to me and hears the birds outside that trigger her to chatter.  She is a female canary and they usually don't sing but I have music on too and she is trilling to it too.  Awww, spring is here.  As I drove home this AM, a little before seven I noticed all of a sudden that the grass is beginning to turn green.  Not only do we have the sounds of spring, the warmth of spring, but now the colors of spring beginning to brighten our lives.  I love it.  Enjoy the poem and have a great day all.  (Amazing how a little sunshine and green can brighten my attitude!)

The Secret by Anonymous


We have a secret, just we three,
The robin, and I, and the sweet cherry-tree;
The bird told the tree, and the tree told me,
And nobody knows it but just us three.

But of course the robin knows it best,
Because she built the--I shan't tell the rest;
And laid the four little--something in it--
I'm afraid I shall tell it every minute.

But if the tree and the robin don't peep,
I'll try my best the secret to keep;
Though I know when the little birds fly about
Then the whole secret will be out.