Sparrow
Simon & Garfunkel
Who-o 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 her cold breast." Who-o 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." 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; For I need all my grain to prosper and grow." Who-o 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."