I Gave My Name To the Sparrow

I gave my name to the sparrow Perched on high and wintered bough And he stared at me quite strangely I should have expected so He hopped from branch to branch Head cocked to the left and then the right And as I sat beneath his tree He kept me company all night I guess I was a sight to see Clad in only mather natures clothes Huddling in a shivering ball A hint of crimson on my nose The sparrow started squaking My hands flew to my ears For his boisterous voice I heard Was not a sound one would revere Hours the sparrow sang horribly May have been heard miles away I did not get his reasoning Or why he carried on this way I figured it out soon enough When i heard the voices, close but few The sparrows obnoxious squawk Led to my grateful rescue So now I always carry breadcrumbs Incase I happen by That helpful little sparrow Who happen to save my life