When the Mighty Craftsman drew Summer sky and summer sea— Tints ethereally blue— Here and there a small drop flew From His brush, and fell on me. Once a sober bird of brown; Now, with my cerulean gem Marking me for high renown, Perkily I bear my crown As a kingly diadem. For who pays me fit respect Full of friendliness am I— Sprightly mite by heaven decked, As a badge of His elect, With a scrap of His great sky. Out across the dew-wet lawn Daintily I dance along, And, as night’s veil is withdrawn, Valiantly greet the dawn With a loud, full-throated song. Azure cape and azure cap, Borrowed from a sunny sky— Here and there a glowing scrap— I’m a most important chap; Full of great affairs am I. For no soaring flight I yearn; But, with wife and brood complete, Dance I in and out the fern, Bow and pirouette and turn, With my whole world at my feet.