Who will love a little sparrow
Who's traveled 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 ye shall be