If I was the snowflake sparkling in the sun,

If I brought worms to the chicks in the next.

If I was the song that danced in your head,

If I was the love that shined in your heart.

Make hay.

If I was the music of your soul,

and poem that stirred your spirit.

Make hay.

Listen: Do not forget your heart,

sometimes drowned out,

in the shouting of the world,

or

washed away in the raging rivers,

they call the news.