The Robin

Is there cause for concern?

A reason to feel heartburn?

I know him by sight

That should ease the fright

If he follows for three,
It's the end of the free.
The amigos all know of him;
In song and rhyme and hymn.

But now, I don't know.
Is he friend or my foe?
Could he be wooed by some bread
and so leave sight of my head?
Fall in love with his kind-
or anything. I don't mind.

I need some detail
of which I can avail.
To reckon his source
and so plot my course.

But at the dusk of three
I may renounce my plea,
and bow to the fates
now the hour is too late.

Like a child in the clay
let go all hear and say.
A love that was so fine.
At the end show all resign.