Robins and Roses

Robins and roses, and maybe a tree
A few morning glories, a cottage two story’s high
Robins and roses, and your love for me To live on forever, and my love to never die
A place where neighbors may drop in And smile when they see
An armchair to flop in We can add to their glee serving afternoon tea
Mid robins and roses, and then life will be A poem by Kipling, while troubles go rippling by.