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 a cold breast
Who will love a little sparrow?
And who will speak a kindly word?
Not I! said the swan
The entire idea is everly 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 gol den 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 onto me
From dust were he made and dust he shall be
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