The Sparrow

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A little meal of frozen cake, A little drink of snow,And when the sun is setting, A broad-eaved bungalow.

A little hopping in the sun Throughout the wintry day,A little chirping blithely Till March drifts into May:

A little sparrow's simple life, And Love, that life to keep,That careth for the sparrow Even when it falls asleep.

© Albert Durrant Watson