It started last year, I just got fed up;

seemed like everyday I was in a wickiup.

Outside my door they've been falling on me;

so much stuff like leaves, droppings and other debris.

I've been lookin' up, they've been lookin' down;

those darn sparrows, all I could do was frown.

I attempted to climb the brick lattice, push the nests out;

got half way up and looked down, then too much doubt.

Went to home depot, got me an extension pole;

minus a ladder, now I'm in complete control.

Now armed and dangerous, pole with a squeegee;

birds are flying out, soon I should be carefree.

Did it after dark, did it during the day;

all that poking, they can't even say hey!

Suits me fine, took their droppings elsewhere;

got better things to do, my broom's in disrepair.

It started last year, I just got fed up;

seemed like everyday I was in a wickiup.

After a few days the birds were all gone;

no more droppings, maybe they flew to Tucson.