Little robin in the garden, I must be beggin' for your pardon, I'd invite you in for tea, But your diet does not suit me. So if we could come to terms, And agree that you have worms,
I'll have jam on toast, Forgive me, I am a poor host. This really is not fair, How I wish that we could share! But little robin, you like what I do not, And so our soiree I think we'd best forgot.
Next time, come round with your own ready meal, And then, I think, we would have a deal!