| Peering out of tiny eyes
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| The grubby hands that gripped the rail
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| Wiped the window clean of frost
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| As the morning air laid on the latch
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| A whistle awakened someone there
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| Next door to the nursery just down the hall
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| A strange new sound you never heard before
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| A strange new sound that makes boys explore
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| Tread neat so small those little feet
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| Amid the morning his small heart beats
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| So much excitement yesterday
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| That must be rewarded, must be displayed
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| Large hands lift him through the air
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| Excited eyes contain him there
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| The eyes of those he loves and knows
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| But what’s this extra bed just here
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| His puzzled head tipped to one side
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| Amazement swims in those bright green eyes
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| Glancing down upon this thing
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| That make strange sounds, strange sounds that sing
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| In those silent happy seconds
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| That surround the sound of this event
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| A parent smile is made in moments
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| They have made for you a friend
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| And all you ever learned from them
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| Until you grew much older
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| Did not compare with when they said
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| This is your brand new brother |