A little tiny songbird came to my door, I said "Oh hello, what are you here for?" Alas, the tiny songbird could not even sing and more, he could not move his tiny wing.

So I cupped his tiny body into my callused hands And he trembled, so I placed his little body onto the warm land. I called my little sister to come and take a look Alas, she could not find the answers in her books.

Home, my father came and I bid him come at the gate Oh, my poor father, he made such a gallant haste. Mother scrambled out of the kitchen in her robe And she brought a cotton fleece to keep it from the cold.

We were not veternarians, pescetarians or even vegetarians But we fretted over that bird like it was one of our fellow Presbytarians The next day, the Ladies Aid came by and brought the little birdie some fish fry.

The droughts came and the land mowed The harvests came and the earth sowed Alas, came that sudden spring day when the bird took flight And I hollered to the rents with all my might.

Behold, it was such a glorious sight And what measures can God reach in height.