Oh, hummingbird, on my catalpa tree,
With squealing notes, you make your presence known;
You hover, sipping nectar, while you hone
Your wings for flight, then dart across the lea.
No sound of music in your high pitched "zeee" -
Your wingbeat hums a beauty all its own;
With your long bill your solid nest is sewn - Oh, hummingbird, that I could live like thee.
To live a life so humble day by day,
A life devoid of all pretentious claim;
Should be the goal of all who seek the way,
For very few among us can proclaim:
"I have no worldly goods of great assay."
To live like you, dear friend, should be our aim.