The wren

Wren, oh wren,
you King of the birds,
listen to me
and hear my words.

Come right here
and fight me now,
I'll take your crown
For this I vow.

Although you have
a powerful voice,
to me its just
a terrible noise.

 Your tail that you
stick in the air.
Listen to me,
it looks bad there.

Your big long beak
you think so fine
is awfully weak
compared with mine.

Your time has come
and you must die
as light's returning to the sky.

The world will turn
and now I thrive
and sadly you
can't stay alive.

The wren flew up
into a tree.
He sat quite still,
he did not flee.

The robin flew
above the wren
and struck him
with his talons, then

the wren fell down
and hit the ground.
A lifeless body
people found.

The robin sat
upon the tree.
A victory song
he sang to me.