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A poem inspired by my newborn trying ambitiously to stand in her crib. |
| Fidgety flap Fidgety flup Beating the air As you try to get up Laid by love In your soft bassinet Ambition to stand Makes you so upset Rest now in thy youth Let thy smile light thy face Rush not to the winter Of Earths frigid grace May our hearts nourish yours As bliss keeps you warm For in the dreams of a babe The world can do no harm. To see and to stand 'Tis sweet as fresh honey You cant get enough then The next crave is money From one want to the next The taste growing still Til thy passions unmet Makes thy soul run nil Rest now in thy youth My brave little girl You've the rest of your life To roam free in this world. |