This is the story of two orphan sparrows Emerged from the egg alone but together Wait as long as they did, which was quite a bit No mama, no papa, gave even a nit Mama was of the type easy and fickle She soared off with a suave, debonair eagle Papa was hopeless, never looked where he went He was shredded to bits in an airplane vent So for our two orphan sparrows, for supper There would be no regurgitated spittle Fear not, they’d feast and they’d feast and they’d nibble On minute nest mites and mountain pine beetle  The mites were all protein, the beetles all fat They ate and they ate; for dessert there were gnats They soon became too big, too large for the nest Imminent departure was in their … interest best The younger bird broke the news to the elder It’s time we leave this place, my dearest brother Look for a new nest before it gets too late And maybe find a nice chick or two to date We haven’t any arms said the autre frère Look, terra firma, it is way far down there And without arms, oh dearest brother of mine Down, or even up, there’s no way we can climb That is true said the first you tell not a lie But if we just believe, I think we can fly I have heard it said, I cannot recall where We two are sparrows and we’re meant for the air With these here two wings, see, and these here feathers Soar we can, in all but the worse of weather What if you’re wrong said his bro terribly so Seems an awful bother; let’s let this one go Believing is for some, still not for others The younger took flight, left behind his brother For how long he would fly is anyone’s guess But never-ever did he return to nest Faith is for the feckless, the simpleminded The one left behind did chirp and concluded And with his brother’s everlasting exit In the nest, there was room to spread out a bit He continued to feast, eat, and to nibble On minute nest mites and mountain pine beetles He grew so big, so wide, and ever so fat Flying, now … his butt would have none of that From his girth, the nest broke to briar and bits In the end, flight would not be for the one left He fell to the ground with a thump and a squawk Not even a wing beat, but he did learn to walk Our lone sparrow bought a fur coat, headed south Faith he thought like being a’laden with louse He’d been left behind, horribly abandoned He let his heart freeze over and roomed with the penguins