A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,

And he chirrup’d, he chirrup’d, so merry was he:

A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,

Determined to shoot the little cock-sparrow.

“This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew

And his giblets shall make me a little pie too:”

“Oh, no!” said the sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,”

So he flapped his wings, and away he flew.