I Spy A Sparrow
A sparrow on the footpath I do see,
The way he slants his head at me!
I think he sees the bread in hand,
For near my foot he seeks to land.
I spy a sparrow on the street,
And pause to watch his joyful feet,
The way he jumps and does his dance,
I love to watch his merry prance!
I spy a sparrow down below,
Move too swift and he will go,
But drop a crumb and you will see,
The sparrow is quite quick to flee!
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