Delightful sparrow of my Love,
with whom she plays, and whom she rubs,
to whom she gives her fingertip,
inviting you to peck and nip—
she seemed incurably depressed,
but you, by such a careless jest,
have proved a singular relief:
distraction from her lovelorn grief. 
But O! if I could play with you,
my spirits would start rising too!