A bloomin', foolish sparrow
Built his nest in a spout,
And along—
—came a building inspector, looked over the site, and the plans, and okayed them, after requiring the sparrow to buy eleven different licenses totalling 18% of the sparrow's building budget, plus something called special service, and along—
—the bleedin' rains came,
And washed the sparrow out.
Again the foolish sparrow,
Built his nest in the spout,
And again—
—came that building inspector, bawled out the sparrow for failing to get special licenses and permits covering typhoons, sun spots, and ice ages, required him to buy seventeen permits and/or licenses and appear before boards controlling zoning, economic impact, ecological protection, energy conservation, and community esthetics, plus something called "very special service"—and a second mortgage, and along—
—the bleedin' rains came,
And washed the sparrow out.
(Around again . . . and again . . . and—)