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 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! siad the earth
   For all I've created returns onto me
   From dust were he made and dust he shall be