Babies Of The Mall - Poem by Esmie Neufville
(1) They stroll with their parents.
One and all looking, peeping, peering,
To see it all in a day,
Mothers so patient and kind,
Adjust to the curiosity so divine
Holding little hands and say;
(2) Yes they come in a full array,
to spend the day so fair,
with not a care in the world,
Mothers hug their little pearls
For them to enjoy heaven on earth
with all its glitter and mirth.
(3) Its cool shiny and comfy,
So with pride and joy they are jumpy.
Enjoying the routine without fear,
they ride, they sit, they sing along,
some with strollers, double deckers, and triple,
Yet some smile showing their dimple.
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