Three brothers at the ‘Hibiscus’,

Three worlds mingle,

To flap away stress,

To laugh, that makes wings tingle.

 

Oldest came from a high nest,

A cranny up in the city’s best,

Old world adapted to eating diverse,

On dust baths these sparrows converge.

 

Youngest flew in from the grasses tall.

Vast open spaces with air so wild,

Adapted to living like finches small,

New world sparrow’s nature is mild.

Seated between the brothers two,

House sparrow swooped in from lands new,

In the basin connecting two land mass,

Flying where there are plains vast.