South

The crack runs

Through the bright blue egg

The baby Robin meets the cruel world

He awaits his mother

With an open beak

For food to fall into it

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As he grows, he learns

He learns to fly on his own

He finds his own food

He builds a nest of straw

And grass

And mud

Every Robin is born with knowledge

The knowledge of their ancestors

When the air grows cold

They must head South

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They take a perilous journey

Where hawks scan the ground

For an easy meal

And they'll peck and eat the Robin alive

If he lets them

But sometimes,

They can't be avoided