Baby Sparrows Poem by Francis Duggan

Under the house eaves all day long I hear them
The nestling sparrows in their nest of hay
That is lined on the inside with small feathers
They cannot sing they chirp all through the day.

In a few weeks their nest they will have vacated
When their tiny wings will have the strength to fly
The tiny birds born nude and blind and helpless
Will soon enjoy the freedom of the sky.

Classified as songbirds though they are only chirpers
House sparrows only chirp they never sing
And all day long they chirp around the gardens
All through the year from Summer to the Spring.

House Sparrows are brown and gray African weavers
Introduced by humans to Europe centuries ago
And from there introduced to almost every Nation
With each passing Spring their numbers seem to grow.

Under the house eaves the baby sparrows chirping
As they beg for food in their untidy nest of hay
Near human dwellings they are quite familiar
They never cease to chirp all through the day.