My talents may not be so rare,
And better ones found anywhere.
But bird songs would not have much zest
If no birds sang except the best.
No sense of meter for a test
Deciding which of them is best
No thought about their breath control
Can mar their efforts as a whole.
It's natural for the birds to sing.
Their voices on the air they fling.
So why should I not with the rest
Use talents though not of the best?
When from the heart it comes sincere
It's bound to have a note of cheer,
And blends with others God has blest
Without much thought of which is best.
So we might learn from birds on wing
That all who wish may chirp and sing;
For there would be no real song fest
If no birds sang except the best