The Robin is the saddest bird
Among the flyers here
Without a doubt she hears your heart
And sees your every tear
She says stretch your arms up to the sky
The Robin is the shyest bird
Although she isn't real
She sings at street-lamps every night
And wonders how to feel
She says roll your eyes right up to the sky
The Robin is the black-eyed bird
Recording what you do
An automated red-breast drone
She's sad to see you blue
She says throw your woes right up to the sky
Are we watching her? Or is she watching us