The Sparrow, the Thrush & the Nightingale (Part II)

Another year later
We return to the wood
The buds are in blossom
The blooms are in bud

The Sparrow, we find
Is now living alone
His lady is gone
His chicks are all flown

Says he, "I'm not accustomed yet
To being so poor
It's time to reconsider
That reunion tour"

But Old Man Thrush
He has a penny or two
For after the fight
He decided to sue

"Your honour," said he
"I have been traumatised
These hooligan birds
Took me by surprise"

"So won't you please agree
To my generous terms
Or you and the kids
Will soon be living on worms"

The Nightingale forsook the forest for good
And he took himself off for a leafier wood
Saying, "There's nothing anyone can offer me here
And I need to give time to my solo career"

"So if I come along
I need some serious bread
You'll need to throw in a loaf
To get me out of my bed"

The Turtle-dove teaches children to sing
He sings out his heart, never asks for a thing
But stand him a drink, and he'll tell you the tale
Of the Sparrow, the Thrush and the Nightingale

And should you find the charity
To toss him a crumb
You'll wake up every morning
To the sound of a song