None Too Small
A small gray four-footed creature
Peered from the fragrant hay,
Near the splintered manger
Where the new-born
A sleepy bird, near the roof-top,
Stirred in the brilliant light
That flooded the tiny stable
On that unforgettable night.
A woolly lamb bleated softly,
Glad to be brought along
From the shadowy hills by a shepherd,
To hear the angels’ song.
And, after the night had ended,
And the men who had gathered
Had gone their way,
Mouse and bird and lambkin, all,
Marvelled that such as they
Should share in the golden sunrise
Of the world’s first Christmas Day!