They meet at the park at the crack of Dawn
A crowd of keep fitters ready to run
It may be a joy to those who are there
But it’s not everyone’s idea of fun
They limber up with a cup of coffee
And a few stretches to start the day
Up and about at Sparrow Fart
They will soon be on their merry way
As they gather in a reasonable line
Someone blows a whistle and off they go
Charging way into the early morning mist
Just like a rivers flow
A wise old Owl sat up in a tree
Watches intently as they go running by
I bet he thinks to himself
O why O why O why
A passing magpies lets it be known
That he will follow along
A hidden in the bushes nearby
A Robin lets out a song
Those overweight don’t last too long
And soon begin to walk
The others go about their merry way
As they continue to run and talk
It takes about an hour
To reach the end of the run
Believe it or not this is what is called
Early morning fun
But it’s mostly groans and coughs you hear
As they amble back to the car park
Never again I hear people say
Hear, Hear” says some bright spark
I think I will stick to my early morning walk
Less energetic and painful in the end
And enjoy the company of my little Sparrow
My early morning friend.