Rita Camphuijsen

For "Vito"

Seven sparrows sit snugly

On a twig next to each other

And they babb'len and brabb'len

Sometimes nonsense sometimes true

About fluff, straws, cottages

Lisps Kraaloog and they find

Her house for a king

Even blows sometimes wind

With a speed

Now pops Tail

Quickly from the top downwards

For this klantje sees a hand

With some crumbs on her stomach

What chatter and chatter

From the little band on the branch

For they will

anon feast

Bread at ease.