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