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]a rare and [the] a 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] as small,
[Like] As 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] The hot roasted chestnuts on cold winter nights
And [to all of] the moments that make our hearts sing!

Just thought it might trip off the tongue easier with a couple of little changes, but it's got a nice traditional feel to it, well done.
Giok