I sing (though, I'm no Pavarotti) because I'm happy (rather ecstatic, actually),
I sing because I'm free (you know moi, free spirit and all that),
His (yes feminists, I know "His" could be a "Her"...) eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me (lil ol' me? aww shucks!)
No, nobody has asked for my svelte uncalloused hand in marriage... Details as and when.