Little Deeds of Kindness

Suppose the lit­tle cow­slip

Should hang its gold­en cup

And say

I’m such a ti­ny flow­er

I’d bet­ter not grow up!

How ma­ny a wea­ry tra­vel­er

Would miss the frag­rant smell

How ma­ny a lit­tle child would grieve

To lose it from the dell.

How many a lit­tle child would grieve

To lose it

to lose it

To lose it from the dell.

Suppose the glist­en­ing dew drop

Upon the grass

should say

What can a lit­tle dew drop do?

I’d bet­ter roll away!

The blade on which it rest­ed

Before the day was done

Without a drop to moist­en it

Would wi­ther in the sun.

Without a drop to moist­en it

Would wi­ther

would wi­ther

Would wi­ther in the sun.

Suppose the lit­tle breez­es

Upon a sum­mer’s day

Should think them­selves too small to cool

The tra­vel­er on his way;

Who would not miss the small­est

And soft­est ones that blow

And think they made a great mis­take

In talk­ing ever so

And think they made a great mis­take

In talk­ing

in talk­ing

In talk­ing ev­er so.

How ma­ny deeds of kind­ness

A lit­tle child may do

Although it has so lit­tle strength

And lit­tle wis­dom

too.

It wants a lov­ing spir­it

Much more than strength

to prove

How ma­ny things a child may do

For oth­ers by his love.

How ma­ny things a child may do

For oth­ers

for oth­ers

For oth­ers by his love.