This is the poem my 7yo is learning this week - I need to learn this lesson, too!!

A little bird, with feathers brown,
Sat singing on a tree;
The song was very soft and low,
But sweet as it could be.

And all the people passing by
Looked up to see the bird
Whose singing was the sweetest thing
That ever they had heard.

But all the bright eyes looked in vain;
For birdie was so small,
And, with a modest dark brown coat,
He made no show at all.

"Dear Papa," little Gracie said,
"Where can this birdie be?
If I could only sing like that,
I'd sit where folks could see."

"I hope my little girl will learn
A lesson from that bird;
And try to do what good she can -
Not  to be seen nor heard.

"This birdie is content to sit
Unnoticed by the way,
And sweetly sing his Maker's praise,
From dawn to close of day.

"so live, my child, to do some good,
Let life be short or long;
Though people may forget your looks,
They'll not forget your song."

(I cannot find an author for this poem.  If anyone else knows who the author may be, please let me know so I can add the name here.  Thanks!).