Hush, little birdie, don’t be alarmed,
We are gonna keep all your chicks unharmed—
And even if they’re slow to fledge,
That is still no reason to feel on edge,
For though some migrants (human ones)
Have to leave their nests thanks to men with guns,
Robins are protected by our word.
Aren’t you glad you were born a bird?
Melissa Balmain edits Light, North America's longest-running journal of comic verse. Her poems and/or prose have appeared in Crab Orchard Review, Ecotone, The Hopkins Review, Literary Matters, McSweeney’s, The New Yorker, The New York Times, Nimrod, Poetry Daily, and Rattle. Her latest book of poetry is Satan Talks to His Therapist (Paul Dry Books).
