God bless the little sparrows,
That chirp between the boughs
And fly around in flocks so fine
And sit upon the cows
Their beaks ajar with wonder,
They cock their heads with pride
And upon a sea of sun and rain
With graceful sweeps they glide.
God bless the little ditties
They sing by day and night
God bless those little sparrows!
Sparrows are alright.