Those little hands,
Those fragile feet,
Nothing he understands,
So little, so sweet!
Oh! So innocent!
No impurity has touched,
A smile so magnificent,
My finger, he clutched!
Was there something he wanted to say?
He beat his tiny hands and legs,
Did he want to start to play?
Was he ready to make some friends?
And I kissed him on the forehead, so honest,
I knew he was Gods gift in the middle of August!
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