Packu

Robin on the branches is plucking,
rocking, rocking!
has a berry plucked,
knipp, knipp!
lets himself down to the clear brook,
take a bite and rise again,
tip tip, nipp nipp!
and swinging again
in the lilac.
It sings and peeps very sweetly,
zipp zipp, zipp zipp trill!
an evening melody,
put your head then into plumage
and slumber until Morgenze