No distinctive coloured feathers
To attract the mortal eye,
No special shape or feature
As he flits across the sky,
He's not exactly graceful,
He quickly hops around
And far from being very rare,
Everywhere he can be found,
His song is unremembered,
Not a sweet melodic note,
Just a twittering and chatting
Originates from his throat,
Even though he's not outstanding,
With his friendly little way,
He endears himself to me, at least,
As he greets me every day,
With a twittering and a chirping,
So impatient to be fed,
For this, he'll give me, not a song,
But his company instead,
So, although I love to listen
To the songbirds, one thing's sure,
It's the cheerful little sparrow
Who daily greets me at the door.