Sparrows on a chimney pot
Of blackened terracotta
Until they put the fire on
This made it somewhat hotter
They stayed there as the smoke rose
Till sparks singed all their feathers
They didn’t move when rain came down
They’re used to stormy weathers
Up came the sun to dry them
The rain clouds moved away
Five sparrows on a chimney pot
Decided they would stay
They hopped around and shook themselves
The chimney dried them through
A starling swooped down on the roof
What could the sparrows do?
The starling made a mighty leap
But fell straight down the pot
The sparrows settled down to roost
Whilst the starling just got hot
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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