Who will love a little sparrow?

This is the greatest and best song that I've heard in a long time. Aphrodite herself loved a little sparrow, and it was sacred to her. This song is about helping your brother, or at least someone in need, no matter how small. That's really the important thing to remember in the world we are all in today, isn't it, friends? I've been thinking about help lately. We all need it, we all get it in some way, but how much do we give? The earth has been there from our conseption and will be there long after our departure... what are we doing for our oldest dearest comrade? Just something to keep in your mind and heart...

Who will love a little Sparrow?
Who's traveled far and cries for rest?
"Not I," said the Oak Tree,
"I won't share my branches with
no sparrow's nest,
And my blanket of leaves won't warm
her cold breast."

Who will love a little Sparrow
And who will speak a kindly word?
"Not I," said the Swan,
"The entire idea is utterly absurd,
I'd be laughed at and scorned if the
other Swans heard."

Who will take pity in his heart,
And who will feed a starving sparrow?
"Not I," said the Golden Wheat,
"I would if I could but I cannot I know,
I need all my grain to prosper and grow."

Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."