Chirpiest birds, the sparrows now
Are swinging on our backyard bough,
Their youthful poise a mite too sharp
For those of us who chide and carp
Yet, if they go – as seems unjust –
We’ll look in vain for shuffled dust.
Wake us again with forty whacks,
Dear denizens of chinks and cracks,
And cheer our tasks throughout the day
With sweet domestic roundelay!
Alasdair Aston
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