A LITTLE cock sparrow sat on a green tree, And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he. A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, Says he, I will shoot this little cock sparrow. His body will make me a nice little stew, And his giblets will make me a little pie too. Oh, no, said the sparrow, I won't make a stew, So he clapped his wings and away he flew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OPPOSITES by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |