The Lovable Small Chirpers Poem by Francis Duggan

Originally from Africa they could live anywhere
House Sparrows they are hardy and they are never rare
In parklands and back gardens one sees them all of the time
Easy to watch they have inspired the Nature poets to rhyme.

The little plain brown chirpers they do not have a song
They chirp all day and by their voices them you cannot get wrong
In Spring under the house eaves with small feathers they line their nest a straggly ball of hay
Their three to six pale tiny eggs are blotched and spotted brown and gray.

In parks and the back gardens on hedgerows bushes and trees
Their almost constant chirping some does not seem to please
In Townparks around the picnic tables they do seem almost tame
Some call them cheeky sparrows for them an apt nickname.

The lovable small chirpers I see them every day
The cocks dark brown heads and and mostly brown the hens more brown than gray
They are born to be chirpers they do not have a song
Around human dwellings they feel at home and in such places they belong.