I saw a sparrow, walking near the pond
I wonder how she is so fond__
Of Preening herself! She loves every feather
Of her tiny wings and preened to get ready to fly further.
She flew high in a moment and came down again__
Watching that I generously offered some grain!
She picked it quickly like a peasant woman in a harvested field and __
When I tried to catch her, she flew away leaving my favour behind!
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