I have a tiny bundle,
A little cuddle toy;
A precious gift from Heaven,
He's my bouncing baby boy.
When he's rolie-polie happy,
What joy fills my heart;
When he's sad and crying loudly,
How my heart gets a start!
When he talks to me, he coos,
His voice is the sweetest to my ear;
It's my joy to hug and hold him close,
To dispell all of his fear.
I love my tiny bundle,
My little cuddle toy;
I thank God every day,
For my bouncing baby boy.
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