Young Robin is my secret light
A candle in the dead of night
He sits atop my shoulder right
And watches over me
He has no blood, nor has he bone
His flesh is air, his eyes are stone
He wears a crown of abalone
And watches over me
All men fall at his starry gaze
His words work wonders that amaze
His left hand cools, his right ablaze
And watches over me
He moves like smoke upon the breeze
His gentle step upsets the leaves
Each time he saunters through the trees
And watches over me
He only eats honey and spice
He only drinks lemon with ice
And sleeps in a box filled with dice
And watches over me
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