By Linda Manning
Little sparrow, little sparrow
Came flying in
As fast as an arrow.
Set on a tree branch
A brief moment
And sang a lilting song.
Then he flew away
As fast as he came.
Thanks for the song
My little friend,
Goodbye, so long!
Englewood, Colorado, July 1 1995
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