Who will love
a little Sparrow
Who's travelled far
and cries for rest
Not I said the Oak Tree
I won't share my
branches with
no sparrow's nest
And my blanket of
leaves won't warm
her cold breast
Who 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
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
I need all my grain to
prosper and grow
Who 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
we shall be