There was a little sparrow
Happy and contented
Flying here and flying there
Flying all around

When the poor little sparrow
That was flying happily around
Flew into a violent hurricane
It was fighting, fighting to survive
And to protect his poor little wings

Life is like the little sparrows
Happiness and contentment
Laughter and joy fills ones life
Peace seems to surround you

When we less expect
We may face a hurricane of life
Than maybe we will have to fight
To protect our own wings

Which makes us the same
As the poor little
Sparrow In A Hurricane

Donna J. Kramer
2003©

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