No. 1. A poor little people are we,
Whose houses are nothing but mines;
While we search for ourselves busily
Where the sun in his majesty shines.
No. 2. We are poor little trembling souls
And carefully have we to hide,
In the funniest corners and holes,
Which always have foxes defied.
No. 3. To each other we’re loyal and true,
No monarch or ruler we own;
And yet when you see what we do
You’ll find we’re as firm as a throne.
No. 4. Despised as we are as a race,
And looked on as horrible things,
We dwell in a beautiful place.
And oft the companions of kings.
Now little ones search once again
And ask neither mother nor nurse,
The puzzle is simple and plain,
But mind—I want chapter and verse.
Messages of God’s Love 12/24/1911