Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit.”
A LITTLE COCK SPARROW
A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he chirrup’d, he chirrup’d, so merry was he:
A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
Determined to shoot the little cock-sparrow.
“This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew
And his giblets shall make me a little pie too:”
“Oh, no!” said the sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,”