AS a quiet little seedling lay within its darksome bed,
to itself it fell a-talking, and this is what it said:
"I am not so very robust, but I'll do the best I can;"
And the seedling from that moment its work of life began.
So it pushed a little leaflet up into the light of day,
To examine the surroundings and show the rest the way.
To be sure, the haste and hurry made the seedling sweat and pant;
Little folks, be like the seedling, always do the best you can;
And the sun and showers will help you through the lonesome, struggling hours,