On House Sparrows

Beneath the house eaves in their nests of feathers and hay
In Spring and Summer i see and hear them every day
To human dwellings always happy to live near
In backyards they chirp every day of the year
Brown to gray finch sized birds familiar to all
They congregate in flocks in the Fall
To everyone house sparrows are known
And they do have a charm of their own
Of humans they display little fear
To human dwellings always happy to live near
In the townpark or sidewalk of the street
Everyday them you are bound to meet
Plain gray to brown birds they do not have a song
Though they chirp all year and all day long.