Little Sparrows

Oh, you little sparrows on a swaying branch

Singing to the cars up on the overpass

When you fly away from here take me with you when you go

A herd of antelope, a sea of redwood trees

Schools of shining fish and a thousand buzzing bees

Over winter parking lots the passing geese

Rising in the air little dandelion seeds

When you fly away from here please don’t leave me when you go

If I were jonah thrown into the raging sea

I would not fear the whale that came to swallow me

Oh, you paper cups rolling down the windy street

Oh, you little ants winding through the tangled weeds

Where you’re going I don’t care, take me with you when you go