Such a babe so wee

I wonder what he will be

When he becomes three

And then how about fifty-three?


Oh, what a darling is she

With a laughter so free

And jumping with glee

Tomorrow, what will she be?


The cuddles and caress of delight

Makes the home joyful and bright

Those tiny steps so light

Gives the feeling all is right.


Innocents of those years of must

They are for all who hale

A life on this wide gale

Meekly full of childish trust.