( a rather infantile poem because of the bad rhyme and meter)
Sparrow -
I say to you
there are better things
to catch your eyes
than sheltered Springs;
and Autumns of falling alibis.
You haven't loved me, nay
not since last year's snow
so I must give you away.
The blue, blue sky is my foe
who will not fade to gray!
The day is clear
tomorrow, uncertain
have no fear -
let rise the curtain
into a brighter year.
Now is the time to be smart
so take to the blue, blue sky.
Oh, I hope you the best start-
but I refuse to say goodbye
for you are taking my heart!
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