The garden was a bright bouquet, and all the world a summer’s day:
A snowy goose went honking by, a feather duster in the sky.
There in her little garden nook, Lola opened up a storybook.
Lounging on a hammock swing, she spied a bird with fairy wings.
Lola said, “Well that’s absurd, I think I see a hummingbird.
A bird no larger than my thumb, with wings that make a lovely hum."
This bird could hover in mid-flight, so Lola named him Little Sprite.
But how this bird had crossed the seas, remained a total mystery.
Her teddy said, “It cannot be, for hummingbirds live across the sea.
Where cowboys ride the open range, and Indians have such wondrous names."
So with paper and a pencil stub, Lola wrote the local birding club
Time went by without a word until one day she finally heard.
The letter was from Otto Tish, the famous ornithologist.
He wrote:“Alas I can’t concur, that you have seen a hummingbird
A hummingbird could never brave, three thousand miles and ocean waves.
So look again, perhaps you’ll see, you’re looking at a bumblebee.”
Even though some would deny, this tiny bird before their eyes.
Lola knew that she was right, that he was real, her Little Sprite.
As days grew short and nights grew cool, soon children would go back to school.
So Lola started worrying, how Little Sprite would live ‘til Spring.
The answer came one moonlit night, when a snowy goose it did alight
As Lola watched from her backdoor, Sprite appeared to hop aboard.
The goose and Sprite went on their way, heading for the U.S. A.
And when the two were out of sight, she waved goodbye, and said goodnight.
The snow it falls like tiny lace, and all the world’s a wintry place
While in their bed without a care, are Lola and her teddy bear.
They cuddle in their cozy cot, and Teddy dreams of honey pots
While Lola dreams of Sprite, her friend, and times when he’ll be back again.
