Broad Wood stole to warm the poor. Chopped it in half.
He bore a white feather upon his green cap.
A bird that gave the people a hope and the father a dream.
Orange, black, and white
The Robin flew the colors of the bird’s hood, a place to watch empires fall.
Though as the castles burn, the people rejoice
Because the bird’s name is Jesus Christ,
the [B]ird who [S]peaks the [W]ord that can always be heard. Q
Nice birdy.