He showed the bird to his father.
He asked if he could keep it.
His father said that he must take care of the bird if he kept it.
The boy bound the broken wing with string and toothpicks.
The wing was soon as strong as ever.
Then the little sparrow flew back to his friends.
The Sparrow
Glad to see you, little bird,
’Twas your plaintive chirp I heard.