They fly through the sky
It's not the blackbirds baked in that pie
Is it a non stop swallow
No it's the humble sparrow
Oh where has it gone
There must be something wrong
Look at that hawk
Others just sit and gawk
It swoops and dives
It's taking the others lives
Bye me sparrow your in his feet
Hawks just love sparrow meat
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I would like to translate this poem
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