Laugh, dear, and gurgle,
Tumble and play;
Kick your pink heels, dear,
Get in the way,
The world's not for grown-ups,
No, not at all!
It's just for Wee babies
Just learning to crawl.
It's just for wee babies,
Just all of the time!
Glories and roses .
And moonflowers climb.
Up high on the trellis,
A-sparkle with dew,
To just please the babies
And make them say, 'Goo!'
I'm thinking that heaven,
Is just for wee girls,
And just for boy-babies
With tousled gold curls;
Grown-ups will just be there
To help them to play,
So laugh, dear, and tumble,
And get in the way.
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