'Little by Little,’ an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in its mossy bed,
‘I am improving every day,
Hidden deep in the earth away.
Little by little each day it grew,
Little by little it sipped the dew,
Downward it sent a thread-like-root,
Up in the air sprang a tiny shoot.
Day after day, and year after year,
Little by little the leaves appear,
And the slender branches spread far and wide,
‘Til the mighty oak in the forest’s pride.
‘Little by little,’ said a thoughtful boy,
‘Each precious moment I will employ
And always this rule in my mind shall dwell.
Whatever I do, I’ll do it well.
‘Little by little, I’ll learn to know
The treasured wisdom of long ago,
And sometime, perhaps, the world will be
Happier and better because of me.’
Anonymous
