"What are you good for my little man?
Now answer that question for me if you can,—
You, with your fingers as white as a nun,—
You, with your ringlets as bright as the sun,
See if your wise little noddle can tell
What you are good for? Now ponder it well."
Over the carpet the dear little feet
Came with a patter to climb on my seat;
Two merry eyes full of frolic and glee
Under their lashes looked up unto me;
Two little hands pressing soft on my face,
Drew me down close in a loving embrace;
Two rosy lips gave the answer so true,
"Good to love you, mamma,—good to love you."
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