Little birds are sing­ing,
In the lea­fy trees;
Little flow­ers are wav­ing
In the gen­tle breeze.

In the sun­ny mea­dows
There are lambs at play;
And the bees are work­ing
Gladly all the day.

Lord, Thy lit­tle child­ren
Sweet as flow­ers would be,
Pouring forth the frag­rance
Of their lives to Thee.

Teach us, well and glad­ly
All our tasks to do;
Let us al­ways please Thee
In our play­time, too.

Like the birds so hap­py
We Thy prais­es sing,
While to Thee, O Sav­ior,
Loving hearts we bring.