Classic Poem

When other birds sing not,
Rifting the dreary rain,
Then cheerly, sparrow, you
Pipe your timely strain.

A hasty, wayward song,
Right faulty, I dare say;
But who will find it so
On a rainy day?

The critics nod, not you,
Minstrel of drizzly skies;
Sparrow, you know your hour.
Would we were half as wise!