Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a “Diver”.
Her brow is fit for thrones,
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home,
I, a Sparrow, build there.
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.
Once I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop.
So I cried, "Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?"
I saw going to the window
To say, "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail,
And away he flew.
In the beginning, when the earth was new,
Birds had no feet but only flew.
When they crashed upon their nose,
Mother Nature gave them toes.
Then they dined standing on the beach,
Catching all the fish within their reach.
And when they fought for fish to eat,
Mother Nature stretched their feet.
"Nobody here can fall asleep!
So, you long-legged birds, fish in the deep.
Short-legged birds, fish near the shore,
And stop that fighting! You hear? No more!"