The Robin

I asked the Robin where he'd spent the winter?
He said, he'd been in Kentucky.
I said, "Where is Kentucky?"
He said, "Its in the deep south."
I asked him, "What is it like there?"
He said, "Its beautiful."
There is tall grass that has a blue colour.
And, there are beautiful women
who go every year to the races and wear the most beautiful
gowns of white and yellow.
And, there are horses, tawny horses of burnished brown
which are graceful and proud.
I asked him, "Why he chose Kentucky?"
He said, "Its where I was born
and therefore its my home."

by Dr. H.N. McLeod

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