Sent away for it from a rifle catalog Wood and metal build you up so tall Wanna grow up to be nothin' at all But be a straight shootin arrow "Aim small, miss small" To kill a robin, oh To kill a robin, no Walking through and town to town Don't have to stray or stay around If you walk into trouble there'll be no frown 'Cause you've got a friend in a Crosman now To kill a robin, oh To kill a robin, no To kill a robin, oh To kill Soft bead of blood run from his breast Caught in a crossfire, fell from his nest As my heart sank below my chest Lay the air rifle down in a Daisy bed To kill a robin, oh To kill a robin, no To kill a robin, oh To kill...