Kill the sparrow

The glistening of the walls it shines

So fine so fine so fine so fine

And spun upon a witches arrow

Shot it, take down

Kill the sparrow

Pots, Pans

And broken hands

You see, it's all the be expected

The sparrow has been resurrected

Pluck the feathers

Don the heather

Stir the pot

I get, I got

A stewing spoon

High on the moon

A witches arrow

One dead sparrow