Jesse, it looks to me like you have answered a 22-year-old request. I think that's some kind of record. It comes from a Grimm Brothers fairy tale titled "The Juniper-Tree":

'My mother killed her little son;
My father grieved when I was gone;
My sister loved me best of all;
She laid her kerchief over me,
And took my bones that they might lie
Underneath the juniper-tree
Kywitt, Kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I!'