W-wob, w-wobbling
Wobbling in the best part of spring
Until he gets his wings to fly
The bird does nothing but wobble and cry in the nest
Wobbling, wobbling
Robin red-breast sits in the nest
With a mouth open wide
Waiting for worms, hopefully yearning
To get out of the nest and fly
But now he’s wobbling, wobbling
He’s wobbling ‘til he learns to fly
Wobbling ‘til he learns why
Oh what a pretty bird
Across the sky he flies
Wintertime comes, he says bye-bye
He goes to where he’s happy and warm
He can fly off McDonald’s farm
It’s wide open sky from now on
It’s wide...he can try, he knows how from now on
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