Little Fir Tree
Littlest Fir Tree
A Little Bird
Little Bird. [Going to Big Tree.] Oh, please, Big Fir Tree, may I rest here in your branches? I have hurt my wing, and I cannot fly.
Big Fir Tree. No, I cannot have any little birds in my branches. I must grow straight and tall, for I mean to be a Christmas tree some day.
Little Bird. [Goes to Little Tree.] Oh, please, dear tree, may I not find shelter from the cold in your branches? My wing is broken, and I cannot fly. I have come a long way over the ice and snow.
Little Fir Tree. No, I cannot give shelter to any birds in my branches.
Little Bird. But I’m very tired, and I shall do your branches no harm.
Little Fir Tree. It cannot be. I must hold my head up high and my branches out straight, for I mean to be a Christmas tree.
Little Bird. I’m afraid I shall freeze out here in the snow. [Little Bird goes on.]