Hello God. This small contraption
I have built with brown feathers,
Bones out of toothpicks, adaption
Of its function to all environments,
Hot or cold, dry, moist or wet.
It runs on breadcrumbs, grain or bugs,
Anything around that it can get.
It’s a small but neat addition
To your fourth day zoo.
I’ll get back to work
On your giraffe, not much more to do.
Our workshop’s almost completed
All the rest. The planet Earth
Is pretty set. I think we’ve done
The job. Announce the birth
Of a new place for life. I
Named it sparrow. It recalls
Other jobs done. Give it an eye.
Tell me if it flies or falls.