Đàn chim sẻ The sparrows

The sparrows

Sparrows in a nest,
One, two and three;
Under mother’s breast,
Warm as warm can be!

Mother keeps you warm,
Father brings you food;
Troubles you have none,
Happy little brood!

Mind you do not fall
From your nest on high;
You’ve no feathers yet,
So you cannot fly.

When your feathers grow,
On a sunny day,
You shall learn to fly;
Chirp, chirp away.