The Sparrow Starts To Quibble
Right at daybreak the sparrow starts
To quibble, heralding the day.
"Prick! Prick! He says in spurts
Like a vexed man having his say!
He deals out thoughts,
Slights and retorts!
He prefigures what's to come
In the nearing daylight hours.
Things will cause us to lose our calm
And there'll be times for no favors.
You'll free your chest
And speak with zest!
The sparrow shows a clear spirit:
Voicing feelings without restraint,
Talking straight, not for plaudit
Or fighting shy of all complaint.
He says his say!
He talks away!
In the coming several hours
There will be all manner of talk,
Some benign and some venomous;
Hence the sparrow starts out the walk
With this quibble
As a dribble!
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