Oh, beautiful child;
I hope your birds are flying someplace warm;
To bright blue skies and rainbows just after the
thunderstorm.

Oh, beautiful child;
It's not often that you use your orange and peach;
I'll help you pick off a pretty leaf; if it's one that you
cannot reach.

Oh, beautiful child;
I can see;
Your soft swan swims so happily.

Oh, beautiful child;
You have a very sweet Angel dressed in pink;
She knows she shares her name with you; if we could see her
eyes; she'd wink.

Oh, beautiful child;
You've made your mountains standing while it snows;
You've had such patience with your dots; you've kept them
safe when the wind blows.