I Asked the Lovely Little Flower

I asked the love­ly lit­tle flow­er

Who gave her per­fume sweet

And dressed her in her vel­vet coat

So beau­ti­ful and neat

And she told me that it was God

Who clothed her with such care

And taught her how to sweet­ly breathe

Upon the ev­en­ing air.

I asked the joy­ous lit­tle bird

Who taught him how to fly

And sing such pret­ty songs up in

The bright blue morn­ing sky

And he told me that it was God

Who gave to him his wing

And taught him how to build his nest

And taught him how to sing.

I asked the busy lit­tle bee

I saw among the flowers

Who taught him how to ga­ther sweets

To eat in win­ter hours.

From way down in a lil­ly bell

He sang these words to me:

’Twas God the Fa­ther

taught me how

He teaches ev­ery bee.