The
sparrows on the roof
Breed
the little ones
No
predators to snatch it away
Living
the world of its kind
The
little birdies chirping
Until
night comes around
In
the early morning rise
The
morning calls ring the air
Watching
them
The
sparrows just look
Flying
around in the sky
“You
can't catch me, fools”
The
sparrows through habit
Staying
around on the roof
Flying
from house to house
Teaching
its young birdies
The
birds poo
It
hardly hits the hanging skeletons
Swaying
with the soft breezes
“Gee
I am lucky you miss me!”
The
sparrows on the roof
Chirping
its lives away
Flying
from house to house
In
the world of its own
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