Oh what can i say to you,
she is the musician of my grove!

yes she chirps and also sings
flitting back out and again in
she likes her friends, the friendly squirrel
when i am dreaming they both poke
and bring me back to real

when i am happy and a joyful fool
she joins me in my merry mood
we both sing as loud as we could
we feel the whole forest in a happy joyous mood

she has inspired me to learn the nature
pecked my head till i have learned to care
she cheers me in my badmad mood
i feel lucky to have her in my grove

oh friends i told you bout my sparrow chirpy
do meet her, she will be very happy.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Miraman, in the year 851 AF.