"All the others can sing," he dolefully said,
"All the others can sing," said he.
So he sat and drooped.
But as far and wide the music was borne on the air's warm tide,
A sudden thought came to the sad little bird
And he lifted his head as within him it stirred;
"If I cannot sing, I can listen!" he cried.
"Ho, ho! I can listen!" he cried.
by Julia C. R. Dorr