WHERE DO I COME FROM?

Mamma, where do I come from, am I from dew?

Or from the stork flying high, above in sky of blue?

Did you find me under a cabbage or pretty red rose?

Or was I blown to you, as the winter wind blows?

Mamma, where do I come from, am I from seed?

Or found in a nut-shell, under root or sweet weed?

Maybe you found me under the wing of blackbird,

Was I found in a song, a poem or loving sweet word?

No my child, you came to me in none of those things,

Not from kernel, plant, nor coloured plumed wings,

You´re neither from tree root nor budded bloom furled,

I found you in an oyster & that´s why you are my pearl.