Up in the treetops
high
there chirped a
little bird,
a bird of a bright,
blue shade
and he sang a
glorious song.
“Come listen to me,
come hear me sing
to the glory of my
King!
The air is fresh
and the grass is
green,
come, hear me sing!”
Low in the summer
grass
a cricket sings a
song,
a cricket brown and
green
and he chirped a
glorious song.
“Come listen to me,
come hear me sing
to the glory of my
King!
The sun is bright
and the water’s
warm,
come, hear me sing!”
Under the autumn
leaves
scurried a little
mouse,
a mouse so small and
gray
and he whispered a
glorious song.
“Come listen to me
come hear me sing
to the glory of my
King!
The evenings are
cool
and the tree limbs
are sparse,
come, hear me sing!”
In a hollow tree
an owl sits at
night,
a dark gray owl is
he
and he screams a
glorious song.
“Come listen to me
come hear me sing
to the glory of my
King!
The snow is cold
and the forest is
white
come, hear me sing!”
