The Robin

A Robin sits

        in a rotten tree

                  and sings.

“Where

        will I sleep

                  tonight?”

 “With me!”

        “With me!”

                  the others cry,

And even though it's

        “Who,” not “Where,”

                  he does not care.

“Who” is “How”

        and “Why,” at least,

                  so without

“What”

        or “Where”

                  he must be satisfied.