A Beautiful Song. (Ink Spots) br br “I don’t want to set the world on fire” what a lovely song. br But I’m disturbed by sparrows, sit in my orange tree and br make a racket, so much for bird song. Out on the terrace br I stretch out my arms pretend to be an eagle, they fly off. br But they soon return realising I’m not much of an eagle. br I throw pebbles at them, terrified miniature mountains, br that only get to fly when someone, say, me throws them. br I still hear the sparrows sit in my neighbour’s orange tree, br argue about territories and no- fly- zones. A flurry of angry br wings, what is this a civil war? High above on the blue sky, br a bald eagle circles. “I don’t want to set the world on fire.