Here you will find the Poem To A Sparrow of poet Francis Ledwidge
Because you have no fear to mingle Wings with those of greater part, So like me, with song I single Your sweet impudence of heart. And when prouder feathers go where Summer holds her leafy show, You still come to us from nowhere Like grey leaves across the snow. In back ways where odd and end go To your meals you drop down sure, Knowing every broken window Of the hospitable poor. There is no bird half so harmless, None so sweetly rude as you, None so common and so charmless, None of virtues nude as you. But for all your faults I love you, For you linger with us still, Though the wintry winds reprove you And the snow is on the hill.