Can Hear Them All

Spring came and were so many showers And seems like sparrows sang for hours Which ended up turning into much rain Drops hitting against my window pane. When a singing sparrow would appear All of her songs I would often hear; Many times fooled around and did fret Searching for wiggly worms until sunset. Baby sparrows were smaller than her And you could never tell for sure What sex could possibly be or were Or male or female which did occur. Even though they leave in the fall No matter what, I still love them all And always know again next spring I can hear them all sweetly, softly sing.