SURELY must you know me,
    Friendly and content;
All my actions show me
    Freely confident;
With my band of toilers,
    When the blue days smile;
Little Jacky Martin
    Come to stay a while.

Every town and village
    Knows me; every farm,
Mine no wish to pillage,
    Mine no will to harm;
Busy in the orchard,
    My pest-destroying band;
Little Jacky Martin
    Come to lend a hand.

Suddenly appearing
    In far forest land—
When you’ve cut a clearing,
    Lo, I am at hand,
Wheeling, soaring, floating,
    Where the new fields bask;
Little Jacky Martin
    Come to aid the task.

In the chilly weather
    See us in the trees,
Huddled close together
    Like the swarming bees.
A-wing again and toiling
    When the chill days end;
Little Jacky Martin,
    Everybody’s friend.