Like the child
Free and wild
With hands so crafty
And mind sure of safety

They go round
About the ground
Playing without care
For all they dare

They jump with ease
And play in grease
For they give
They must recieve

Ttheir hearts are pure
They’re to their parents a cure
behind the day of stress
They are the relieving cress

They put a smile on their oldman
And earn being cherished like a goldmap
They lighten the heart of their oldmaid
And listen to stories as they stare laid

They ruin their rooms
And get some brooms
Then playwith pets
And see where it gets

They climb the table
And play with cable
And bang the door
Or stain the floor

Some times they cry
So we can try
To make them blush
If not to “flush”

Their faces dazzles
Their outfit sparkles
Even in cottage
They will take the portage

Oh how sweet the Angels
That make our heart bells
They are so beloved
That our pains are dessolved

A gift for humanity
For human indemnity
Given to all generation
They’re the object of veneration