Are you not much better than they
The fowls of the air and the beast of the field
Does God not care for them each day?
Yes, and also the lilies of the field. ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.