White Sparrow

Pure white sparrow,
Flitting up and down,
Why are you, oh why are you,
Why are you not brown?

“Cheep, cheep!”
Said pure white sparrow,
“Love white, love white, I do.
And I can see, in your bright eyes,
That you love white me, too!”

So rare, so rare, so fair you are,
Of sparrows, you are queen!
“I’m just a little morning star
That plays the browns between.”

Tell me, pure white sparrow,
Will you fly off today?
“Cheep, cheep, I may be flying,
But in your mind I’ll stay.”

And that was nine, ten years ago,
And I still see it, sure,
A sparrow white as soft white snow,
So happy and so pure.

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