little baby,
Immature baby,
New to the lobby; the lobby called life,
The lobby to eternity,
Where would that be?
I wish you would survive
Survive the turbulence without giving a shriek
Little baby
Beloved baby
I wish you would get to your destination unhurt
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Little baby never hurts others. Little baby is ever affectionate to parents and all. Amazing poem is shared.10