There was a little sparrow, flew all the way from Spain.
He landed in Karachi and started home again.
When halfway on his journey, he met a big black hawk
Who plucked out all his feathers and said, "Walk, you blighter, walk."
This was the version my Granda learned us ..I always thought it was from his time in India during the 1920`s where he was stationed whilst in the Gordon Highlanders