I am grateful for robins, particularly the robins gathering on my front lawn to form a protest march against Mother Nature and her feeble, at best, attempt at spring. The robins are promising to halt their protest when the weather has come to its senses.
Alert the media! I’m going to join in with the robins and their display of civil disobedience. They’ve had to put a hold on their plans for “running through the garden on their nimble feet” and further efforts of “digging for their dinner with their long strong beak” .
Robins are reasonable folk, wearing “their socks of yellow” and they aren’t ones to complain about the weather, because “showers always make them gay”, but, it turns out, everything has its limits. So be afraid Mother Nature. Be very afraid.