And the sweetest song that is sung,
Is sung by the smallest sweet singing bird;
That sits atop the lofty tree,
In this big wide world.
I look at you among the branches,
And listen to the sweets,
Of that sweet song that you sing,
And the harmony
With the other bird-tweets.
And all the while I think of you,
And keeping you to myself,
But in my heart I know,
That it is best to share this wealth:
The priceless melodies and music,
By the smallest sweet singing bird;
That sings the sweetest song that is sung.