The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



A GOOD soul once, not without qualms,
     Knocked at the gates eternal,
And begged of Lazarus an alms
     For use in realms infernal.

“The rich man of whose crumbs you ate


     Needs water.  O surprise him
With just one drop.”  He smiled sedate:
“I fear ’twould pauperize him.

“And then, you know, I can’t revoke
     My rule, which is unswerving:


I never give to wealthy folk
     Unless they are deserving.” [Page 94]