Oh the moment when we have wings,
To sit with a child to teach them things,
Before we know it, they have taught us too,
To laugh, play, and love is a golden rule.
Children hold the key to secrets divine,
They grow up and move on in time,
So may we cherish the moments we sing,
When they are young and know all things.
May each of us remember the child within,
Before we grew up in this world of sin,
The tender naïve side of all of us is good,
With wonder and awe, for keeps, we should.
Let us honor the child inside our souls
The boy or the girl who now feels old
For when we embrace our tenderloin
Is when we are always newly born.
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