At least there’s brooks that bubble
In hidden forest nooks
That aren’t so hidden if you should
Pick up to go and look.

At least there’s buggled bats
Along with those all flowered
Who’ll fly to the ends of night
To claim a cave or tower.

At least there’s honeyed bears,
At least there’s growling bees,
At least there’s color stealing leaves
Adorning thieving trees.

At least we have a world
Where anything’s a drum.
At least there’s ugly ducklings,
Whatever they become.

At least we have the least,
If it’s all we’ve got.
At least we have the least,
‘Cause it’s an awful lot.