A Family of Sparrows
Are living in my house!
Not flying round the kitchen,
Nor perched upon the couch.
They're living in a hole, you see,
They're in the Bathroom wall!
I sometimes hear them scratching round,
I heed their Sparrowy call!
They go hopping in the garden,
Even in the pouring rain
Like fluffy little brothers
Playing a feathery little game.
They tweet and flap,
Peck at their wings
Then from their nest I hear
Momma Bird sing
A voice of pure beauty,
She's a charming old soul
She rounds them all up
And flies back to their hole...
But there are times that I think
She's conspiring against me
That little fat bird's going to get me eventually!
She's training her younglings
To tie knots in rope,
They run assault courses
They're tiny cutthroats!
Or maybe I'm wrong
About these ninjas so feathery?
They're just so damn tasty,
Like chicken, but peppery!
Nom nom nom!
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