This Bantam Star

Is this the blackbird's richest song-

Is this his greatest hour?

And still the Bee stands on his head

To suck his sweetest flower;

While I, a poet with my pen,

Make music only known to men.

How merrily this bantam world

Can clap his wings and crow!

Is there a merrier world than this?

'No,' says the blackbird-'No!

No other worlds, though bigger far,

Can match this little bantam star!'