Who-o will love a little sparrow,
Who's travelled far, and cries for rest ?
"Not I," said the o ak tree,
"I w on't share my branc hes with no sparrow's nest;
And my b lanket of leaves won 't warm her c old breast."
Who-o will love a little sparrow,
And who will speak a kindly word ?
"Not I," said the swan.
"The entire idea is utterly absurd;
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the other swans heard."
And who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow ?
"Not I," said the golden wheat.
"I would if I could but I cannot I know;
For I need all my grain to prosper and grow."
Who-o will love a little sparrow,
Will no one write her eulogy ?
"I will," said the Earth.
"For all I've created returns unto me;
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."