Perched on a branch, so small and free
A sparrow sings his melody
With feathers soft and brown and gray
He flits and flutters all day
With a chirp and a tweet, he sings his song
His sweet and simple, all day long
In the tree, he finds his home
And there he’ll stay, till he’s grown
With a flutter of wings, he takes to flight
And soars into the sky so bright
A symbol of hope and life so true
The sparrow, a bird of beauty and virtue
