Judge me not, now that I don’t look like you,
Judge me not, I may not be well to do…
I am free, by birth and heart,
why judge me, because I don’t sound like a harp?
I sing for me, in voice my own,
Though it is not the best of tone..
Silly birds tell me to copy their song,
But more do I know, that I will get it all wrong!
I am born and live to be me,
To sing to my Creator, not to please thee…
In picture: The Red Vented Bulbul