The Ballad of Sparrow Gary

High up in a lonely gutter,
Sparrow Gary sings his song,
Gathering his nesty clutter,
All the while the days get long.

Chirrup chirrup chirrup chirrup,
Peeking from above.
Chirrup chirrup “Lady Sparrow,
Won’t you be my love?”

Spring blooms into lusty Summer,
Still our hero sings alone
No mate for him, this bold newcomer,
No queen to share his twiggy throne.

Chirrup chirrup chirrup chirrup,
A din from up above.
Chirrup chirrup “Lady Sparrow,
Won’t you be my love?”

Dusky Autumn, crisper weather,
Leaves fall and the days get short,
Gary shivers, plumps his feathers,
On lofty corner holding court.

Chirrup chirrup chirrup chirrup,
Preening high above.
Chirrup chirrup “Lady Sparrow,
Won’t you be my love?”

A snick of claws on Gary’s gutter,
But Gary’s own are tucked inside,
Who is this now, plumes all aflutter?
And will she be his downy bride?

Chirrup chirrup chirrup chirrup,
Hear her shout, there above.
Chirrup chirrup “Sparrow Gary,
I will be your love”