To heal their wound of their past heartache,
They leave their beds and stretch their legs.
To end their pain of their past headache,
They weave their nests and lay their eggs.

Before the sparrows emerge and match,
Into the nests that the ducks have thatched,
They dare all the eagles to come and watch,
How the golden eggs are laid and hatched.

They use their minds just like the bats,
To show the colours of their hearts.
And in their hearts lie all their arts,
Their nymphs are the best of arts and crafts.