The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Sep 30, 2004
Hark a Sparrow
Hark it is a sparrow,
Flying on the narrow.
Hark it is a bird
The little things absurd.
Little sparrow dear,
Come here and know no fear.
For I'm a friend that's true,
I shall not harm you.
Look oh little thing,
To the mess that you do bring.
On my garden sound,
A great disturbance I have found.
Stop singing in the morrow,
It fills my heart with sorrow.
You better not come back,
I've had enough of that.
You silly little thing,
That noise that you did bring.
Has oh me awoke,
Before the dawn has spoke.
