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 withNo sparrow's nest,And my blanket of leaves won't warmHer cold breast."Who will love a little SparrowAnd 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 theOther 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."
Written by: PAUL SIMON
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