Who Gives a Thought

Who gives a thought about the fireflies Short lives of moving light Perform their quiet flight The stars of starless nights Who gives a thought about the nematodes There isn't time these days For microscopic worms Or for unstudied germs Of no commercial worth And who gives a thought about the labourers The ones who dig and hoe Who weld and reap and sow Who braid and cut and grind Who split and join and wind Who reach and teach and hack And bring the children back To serve the self-made man