House sparrows they are chirpers they do not have a song <br />And by houses on small garden trees and bushes you hear them all day long <br />The male with grey on head and unders dark throat and wings of brown <br />'Tis said their ancestors were brought to Australia from parks in London Town. <br /> <br />All day they fly around the backyards from bush to tree to the fence rail <br />And the female sparrow quieter and plainer looking than the male <br />They originated in Africa of the weaver family <br />And they build an untidy ball of dried grass lined with feathers on bush or under house eaves or tree. <br /> <br />Familiar birds to many and familiar birds to me <br />Around urban parks and human dwellings one them so often see <br />Around Parkland picnic tables where the picnickers their food and drink enjoy <br />The sparrows in search of dropped bread crumbs and morsels of food they hop about nearby. <br /> <br />House sparrows are only chirpers but I love them just the same <br />They feel at home close to human dwellings and they are almost tame <br />And though you cannot pat them to them they let you get quite near <br />And all day long in hedgerows their chirpings one can hear.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/house-sparrows-are-only-chirpers/
