Analysis of Industry

I saw a sparrow build a nest today
Of straw, some leaves and hay.
She journeyed back and forth, as he
Her mate, perched idly in the tree.
She toiled laboriously at this task
And never did she ask
For help to build her nest
As she continued on with zest.
She made a hundred trips from dawn to dusk
Seemed there was no one she could trust
To do a job as intricate as this.
And as she wove each little twig with bliss
I wondered if that scoundrel cared,
For this task, hereally should have shared.
The job is done, now she must rest
Her weary self within that little nest.