Tiny hummer, working as a pollen carrier
Her wings flapping improbably fast
Hovering in the air, like a wee Harrier
Her lot in life, at birth is cast

To create a hum more pleasant than a drone
To please us as a summer jewel
To pollinate; see, the bees are not alone
To drink sweet nectar, as her fuel

Tiny hummer, a very different bird
Her slender, needle beak to reach the flower core
When hovering, her beating wings are blurred
She is revered in American Native lore

Continue to bring your joy, tiny hummer
Continue to drink, and seed the flowers
We listen for you gay sound each summer
As you wend through meadows and high bowers