It may not seem much
And it is not much at all
But to the little friends
How they want their bite to eat
They flutter and make their happy songs
They tell me they are there
And so I give them bits of wheat
The food they long to eat.
The songs they give so happily
Each song a joy to hear
And as they eat and have a drink
They do with joy and cheer
So why are we so different?
We always look for more
Never content with what we have
We lose sight of happiness.
