Children, my little Children
Come and site at my
Table and dine with me.
For my wine is wisdom and knowledge.
And with my right arm I
Pat my lover’s to success by
Resting in their minds.
Children my little children
Come and sit at my table of humility.
Because, I succeed with smiles.
And, on my way up, go with understanding.
Great and wise men have my tales
And bear my marks.
I rest with care, and greet with hope.
Children, my little children,
Come and sit at my table.
Because in all things,
I rest on the patient.
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