My little boy brings me a world of sunshine He turns gray clouds into a sky of blue He goes around singing nursery rhymes And I am compelled to join the singing too
He is not yet old enough to attend school But he leaves pencil marks on everything I see He is always making things with the tools He keeps in his little world of make-believe
He helps me when I clean and cook He tries hard to do his part He uses my recipes for a coloring book And brings a piece of heaven to my heart
The time will come when he is grown But these fond memories will not fade When he is out and on his own I will recall the many times we played |
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