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