A day is beginning where the water is sound The dew hangs like silver from a web newly spun By a spider whose body is as gold as the sun The doctor is smiling, your girl's had a son A beaver is building a home in the stream Healed down with Pacific, he dreams of a dream Two dragonflies watch him from bushes and reeds The beaver will build a home but never succeed A parrot is learning the words of a song The music is sweet but the grammar's all wrong He'll sing to a porpoise who lives in a tree And charm all the fish in a faraway sea The lion is watching above on a hill Always he has done and always he will Below in the grass about an inch high An elderly cricket is saying goodbye To the parrot, the spider and the first dragonfly