song of the sparrows

when the town was glittering green 
there were sparrows to be seen 
on doors and window sills 
on tress that grew on hills 
fluttering freely all around
singing chirruping joyous sound 
spreading endless joy abound 
hopping skipping round n round 
perching nonchalantly on everything still
even on scarecrows and windmill
there were sparrows to be seen
when the town was glittering green

now the town has turned ghastly grey
and the green entombed in concrete spray
lonely are doors and window sills
trees have vanished from the hills
there is no chirruping joyous sound
and the silence shouts loud abound
nowhere sparrows are to be found
how much you search round n round
everything stands just dead and still
having eaten the scarcrow and windmill
entombed the green in concrete spray
the town has turned ghastly grey