Another song based on an Irish proverb. This time, it's "Little things tend to be tasty."

I've been fiddling with the tune and lyrics for several days now, and it's almost just right. I can't seem to put my finger on what's making it slightly off, though. Is it the rhythm, or the key, or the lyrics? Or all three?

Anyway, I thought I'd post it for some feedback.

Sweetest Morsels

Oh, the king's table groans 'neath the weight of the feast,
With the venison, pheasant and boar.
But the pride of the cook, and the gem of the meal
Is the rare and the small peppercorn!

A toast to the berry, so sweet on the vine,
and to carrots we pull in the spring!
To hot roasted chestnuts on cold winter nights
And to all of the moments that make our hearts sing!

Oh, the pages of history tell of great wars
And the escapades of mighty kings.
But the things we remember are often quite small,
Like the song of a bird on the wing.

A toast to the berry, so sweet on the vine,
and to carrots we pull in the spring!
To hot roasted chestnuts on cold winter nights
And to all of the moments that make our hearts sing!

To hear the tune (or get a .pdf of the dots), copy and paste the bold text below into the text window at Concertina.net's Tune-o-tron, and click on "submit" (if it doesn't work, you may want to try turning off your pop-up blockers).

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