God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, But Just A Crumb To Me; I Dare Not Eat It, Though I Starve, -- My Poignant Luxury To Own It, Touch It, Prove The Feat That Made The Pellet Mine, -- Too Happy In My Sparrow Chance For Ampler Coveting. It Might Be Famine All Around, I Could Not Miss An Ear, Such Plenty Smiles Upon My Board, My Garner Shows So Fair. I Wonder How The Rich May Feel, -- An Indiaman -- An Earl? I Deem That I With But A Crumb Am Sovereign Of Them All.