Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another treeβ
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
As when her little mortal nest
With cunning care she woveβ
If either of her βsparrows fall,β
She βnotices,β above.
Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another treeβ
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
As when her little mortal nest
With cunning care she woveβ
If either of her βsparrows fall,β
She βnotices,β above.