THE WURRAM AND THE SPARRA
by
Matt McGinn
It was down by Glasgow Green
That the fight took place between
The poor wee wurram and the great big sparra
It was a terrible fight
But things turned out alright
For the wurram was protected by his father
In the dead of night unseen
In the heart of Glasgow Green
There wriggled in the grass a poor wee wurram
He had stumbled down a hole
That was put there by a mole
And was wishing that his father would come for him
He was all begrotten eyed
As he wriggled and he cried
And he listened for the footsteps of his father
But long before the light
Of the sunshine came in sight
The poor wee wurram was gobbled by a sparra
It was down by Glasgow Green
That the fight took place between
The poor wee wurram and the great big sparra
It was a terrible fight
But things turned out alright
For the wurram was protected by his father
Now like Jonah in the whale
He began to weep and wail
For the bird had chewed him into tiny scraps
But his father heard him screaming
Though he thought he must be dreaming
He got out of bed saying, ‘That’s my son, perhaps’
It was down by Glasgow Green
That the fight took place between
The poor wee wurram and the great big sparra
It was a terrible fight
But things turned out alright
For the wurram was protected by his father
Now the wurram’s father was worried
As through the grass he scurried
For, you see, he was his only pride and joy
And when he was looking for him
He met another wurram
And he asked the wurram, ‘Have you seen my boy?’
It was down by Glasgow Green
That the fight took place between
The poor wee wurram and the great big sparra
It was a terrible fight
But things turned out alright
For the wurram was protected by his father
It was then that he first heard
The story of the bird
And he got awfa angry and he ran
Then the poor wee wurram’s father
Came right up to the sparrow
And he fought him just as if he was a man
Well the tension, it got heightened
And the sparra, he got frightened
And he muttered and he spluttered and he coughed
Then the wurram saw his son
All splattered on the grun
And he stitched him up and baith o them ran off
It was down by Glasgow Green
That the fight took place between
The poor wee wurram and the great big sparra
It was a terrible fight
But things turned out alright
For the wurram was protected by his father