Little child, who made thee
Dost though know who made thee?
Gave thee a mind, and a great soul
Made your entity whole,
Gave thee laughter so bright
Lit your soft inner light
Gave thee such a feeble heart
You must know it is only a body part.
For your heart and my own,
Have a bond stronger than stone.
I don’t know who really made thee
But mine you must always be
For your face will come to resemble
As your characteristics assemble
Your father, the reason I’m proud
The reason I say your name out loud
Little child, who made thee
Dost though know who made thee?
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