Sparrow Mozart
He came when she beckoned
Nothing to lose he reckoned
But love is quite messy
When the lover is so fussy
She wanted so to sing
Of winter and of spring
And all he needed to do
Was a gentle kiss or two
Even the crow stuffed his ear
To hear her jeer
An end to his loving mood
Her beak had to be glued
04/05/2011
For Francine’s, ‘enough’ contest
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