Laugh, dear, and gurgle,

    Tumble and play;

Kick your pink heels, dear,

    Get in the way,

The world's not for grown-ups,

    No, not at all!

It's just for Wee babies

    Just learning to crawl.

It's just for wee babies,

    Just all of the time!

Glories and roses .

    And moonflowers climb.

Up high on the trellis,

    A-sparkle with dew,

To just please the babies

    And make them say, "Goo!"

I'm thinking that heaven,

    Is just for wee girls,

And just for boy-babies

    With tousled gold curls;

Grown-ups will just be there

    To help them to play,

So laugh, dear, and tumble,

    And get in the way.

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