Sometimes in the court yard
and sometimes at the dome;
the little sparrows are -
the ornaments of my home.
As fall down on the earth,
the morning sun rays.
to awake me in time,
they come chirping all the way.
Comes gliding to my yard,
hops here and there, the fowl.
chirps out melodies and pops,
like it 'rocks and rolls'.
Annoyed for many days,
if she is out of my sight.
I feel very sad, and
endure the great plight.
The little fowl makes
my break of the day pleasant.
Lovely and friendly, she is;
and makes my yard elegant.
I feel very pity indeed,
on the life of big city people.
Who miss the cute sparrows;
pops and hops of the littles.
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