A sparrow on the wing.

The still small voice is easy to ignore.

Why does love speak in this quiet voice

Underneath the bustle and the noise

Coming from it’s habitation poor

On the peak the frightened prophet heard

Hiding in a cave, while tempests shreiked

He heard god’s whispers, in this place so bleak

Absent was all life bar little little birds

Now we are cocooned with food and heat

The BBC controls the voices heard.

Jezebel is coming we must act

Lineker the prophet sends out Tweets.

Wisdom is a sparrow on the wind.

Listen to its song for we have sinned

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