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Peering out of tiny eyes |
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The grubby hands that gripped the rail |
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Wiped the window clean of frost |
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As the morning air laid on the latch |
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A whistle awakened someone there |
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Next door to the nursery just down the hall |
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A strange new sound you never heard before |
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A strange new sound that makes boys explore |
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Tread neat so small those little feet |
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Amid the morning his small heart beats |
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So much excitement yesterday |
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That must be rewarded must be displayed |
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Large hands lift him through the air |
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Excited eyes contain him there |
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The eyes of those he loves and knows |
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But what's this extra bed just here |
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His puzzled head tipped to one side |
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Amazement swims in those bright green eyes |
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Glancing down upon this thing |
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That make strange sounds, strange sounds that sing |
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In those silent happy seconds |
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That surround the sound of this event |
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A parent smile is made in moments |
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They have made for you a friend |
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And all you ever learned from them |
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Until you grew much older |
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Did not compare with when they said |
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This is your brand new brother |
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This is your brand new brother |
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This is your brand new brother |
