A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he.
A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
Says he, I will shoot this little cock sparrow.
His body will make me a nice little stew,
And his giblets will make me a little pie too.
Oh, no, said the sparrow, I wont make a stew,
So he clapped his wings and away he flew.