Sparrows in the nest, 1 and 2 and 3
Under mother's breast warm as warm can be
Mother keeps you warm, father brings you food
Troubles you have none, happy little brood
Mind you do not fall from your nest on high
You've no feathers yet so you cannot fly
When your feathers grow on a sunny day
You will learn to fly, chirp chirp away.
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| From Reminiscences |
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