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