Little sparrow on the wire,
Tell me what is your desire.
Do you wish for clothes so fine,
Way up there on that phone line.
Or do you wish for hoarded gold,
So you can come in from the cold.
And dine in fancy eateries,
With high society to please.
It seems you worry not at all,
Be it winter, spring, or fall.
Of the clothes upon your back,
And the fine grains that you peck.
You are free to live your days,
With no worries or delays.
Flying about free as you breeze,
You only have yourself to please.
9/2/10 Alton Texas
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