FIVE little sparrows one sunny morn

Eating their breakfast out in the corn:

Five little boys, cruel as boys can be,

Longing to kill those birds blithe and free:

Five little stones that whizzed in the air,

And fell all at once where the sparrows were:

Five little sparrows that flew safe away

For sparrows are quicker than boys, any day:

Five little boys that looked quite forlorn

As they wandered on through the waving corn.