For Me

The robin had its red-breast
The partridge had its tree
The starling raised it's yellow beak
To spare a thought for me.

The sun it rose each morning
A brand new day to see
And sank again to bring the stars
Fine diamonds, just for me.

The hedgerow had its secrets,
It shared them for a fee
And Nature opened up her chest
As a treasure trove for me.

Then Propriety came with bridles
And Conformity came in glee
To see a bit between my teeth
And blinkers crowning me.

Oh robin, where's your red-breast?
Oh partridge, where's your tree?
Oh starling, in the morning light
Look at the world and at our plight
Our one-way train,
Our selfish gain,
In sorry state to e'er remain
And spare a thought for me.