Let me tell you a tale that is often told In the great Celestial Hall All about an angel only four years old The littlest angel of all How all day he would play with a little box That to others had no worth Oh, but there were treasures, in this little box The treasures he brought from Earth Just a butterfly, with golden wings A little piece of a hollow log Two shiny stones from a river bank And the worn-out strap of his faithful dog Then the angels heard that the Holy Child Would be born in Bethlehem And they all brought presents for the Holy Child And each gift was a heavenly gem Then the littlest angel put his little box Near the presents fine and rare And the littlest angel, sat alone and cried For his gift was so meager and bare Just a butterfly with golden wings A little piece of a hollow log Two shiny stones from a river bank And the worn-out strap of his faithful dog But the Lord chose the gift of the little box That a child had blessed with love And it started glowing on that very night It became a star up above When you see that star, as it shines on high In the great Celestial Hall You will know the proudest angel in the sky Is the littlest angel of all With his butterfly with golden wings A little piece of a hollow log Two shiny stones from a river bank And the worn-out strap of his faithful dog