MY FRIEND THE SPARROW

lyrics by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Jul 12, 2023 

There is a little Sparrow 
Sitting upon my window
It sings to me at midday
But what can be his use
It has me so confused
He sings to me at midday
A melody no way
I name my little Sparrow 
Tell him about my sorrow
One bright morning
Before the sun was up
I saw him drop to the floor
Thinking him to be dead
But he was fast asleep in bed

 

Tags: Happy, Love, Humor,

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Kenvil Atkins commented on Jul 12, 2023 at 2:33pm
Another beauty

 

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