A LITTLE cock sparrow sat on a green tree, And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he. A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, Says he, I will shoot this little cock sparrow. His body will make me a nice little stew, And his giblets will make me a little pie too. Oh, no, said the sparrow, I won't make a stew, So he clapped his wings and away he flew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL EMERSON by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH SONNET OF HIS LADY IN HEAVEN by JACOPO DA LENTINO |