A LITTLE COCK SPARROW

A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree, And he chirrup’d, he chirrup’d, so merry was he: A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, Determined to shoot the little cock-sparrow. “This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew And his giblets shall make me a little pie too:” “Oh, no!” said the sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,” So he flapped his wings, and away he flew.