He's a smiling little fellow,
Puffy cheeks and hair all yellow;
Eyes that leap in lanughing joy
At the tinkle of a toy.
Chubby hands that go flit-flying
When his mammy passes by 'im,
Dimples deepening on a chin
Tucked away beneath a grin.
Little "toofies," two and two,
Look like jewels shining through;
Snap together with a click,
Heap alarming baby trick.
When his face is all awry
And little fellow's 'bout to cry,
Swift his sorrow we beguile
With the magic of a smile.
He's a cuddling little thing,
He's the monarch, he's the king;
We are subjects to his whim,
We are all in love with him.
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