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