Ways of a Sparrow

One bird hop,
Two bird tweet.
Three bird sing
Four bird meet.

Oh the ways of a sparrow,
that lovely little guy,
sat on the tree branch, looking down,
from above high.

He sings and he springs and he steps and he flys,
his nest of twigs and springtime tides.
For the way of the sparrow is one of love,
a nest he makes, for his chicks. His mate he serenates.
Heart warming spring songs, knights that fight without blades.
For a maiden as fair to them as jewels in a dragons cave.

For the way of the sparrow, flying on high,
their ways are simple, and youde do well to learn,
be faithfull, love deeply, cherrish wile you can.
Sing your song to the world, be proud and prudent,
wise and open, for the summer is long and your family needs you.

So when the summer ends, and autum chills, your children fly, and your alone.
Sing one last song. And look forward to the spring burried beneath the winter snow.