The Sparrow

I'm only a poor little sparrow (ah) No colorful feathers have I (it's a shame) I can't even sing (ah) when I'm nesting in spring (ah) And the turnips don't grow very high (it's a shame) Most sparrows I know are so cheeky (that's right) In fact, they're incredibly brave (so brave) But to me that's not true (ah), all I ever do (ah) Is worry myself to the grave (it's a shame) She's only a poor little sparrow No colorful feathers has she She can't even sing when she's nesting in spring And the turnips don't grow very high Whenever I try to be helpful (you're not) I seem to do something that's wrong (that's right) Only one day last week (yes) I trapped someone's beak (yes) And now it's as broad as it's long (oh, poor thing) I once had a boyfriend called Bertie (woo) He said I was pretty as three (ah, ah) He built me a nest (yes), gave me all of his best (yes) Then tripped up and fell off the tree She's only a poor little sparrow No colorful feathers has she She can't even sing when she's nesting in spring And the turnips don't grow very high She's only a poor little sparrow (that's right) No colorful feathers has she (all brown) She can't even sing (tweet-tweet) When she's nesting in spring She's only a poor little bird, that's right