I think I loved your baby face
But now you have increased your pace
You are all grown up now I think
Takes me time to let it sink
Is this world really your place
Does it deserve to see your face
A pack of lies, a swarm of flies
Save you from binding ties
Eager to please the buzzing bees
And the flower's every whim and fancies
And then I see that sweet face
Just filled with so much grace
Yes you better stay away
You are too nice to come this way
For you I shall ever pray
Each day little babe, each day
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