Sing Little Sparrow Poem by Patti Masterman

Sing Little Sparrow



Sing little Sparrow;
Sing till Winter's dead-
Life is short or long, little Sparrow,
But happier without dread.

Sing little Sparrow,
Till the winds have gone away-
It doesn't take a full grown gale,
To speed you on your way.

Sing little Sparrow;
Fasten all your heart upon it-
Till Winter takes his aged face
And Spring puts on her bonnet.

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