If I could be a sparrow on a wire, I'd sip the netted length of this old town And satisfy my covetous desire To turn these stolid townsfolk upside down. I'd contemplate the hilltops of their hats And never look beneath their brims at all, For me they'd be just silly acrobats Creating shadow comics on the wall. I'd never sing a note for them to hear, And ruff my feathers with a swagger air; In fact, I'd show them just how much I dare By molting ... yes ... a dozen times a year! But, since a sparrow's way is not for hire, I must suppress my covetous desire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FOUNTAIN (2) by SARA TEASDALE THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 10. THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CHARACTERS: SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |