| Little folks are people too
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| Very much like me and you
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| The little things they say and do
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| They kinda make your day
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| Foolishness and common sense
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| Through the eyes of innocence
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| Skip a rope or jump a fence
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| Getting in the way
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| «Daddy, why are you so tall?
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| Daddy, why am I so small?
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| And daddy, who makes snowflakes fall
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| Could it be the Lord?»
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| Chasing puppies, climbing trees
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| Bumping heads and skinning knees
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| It’s not very hard to see
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| That kids are Gods reward
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| Little folks get down and out
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| The girls will cry and boys will pout
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| Before you know what it’s about
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| They’re smiling once again
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| Coloured kites on summer breeze
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| Jingle bells and Christmas trees
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| Too soon they’re only memories
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| Do you remember when?
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| «Daddy, what makes eagles fly?
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| What makes clouds float in the sky?
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| And daddy, if I really try
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| Will I grow up someday?»
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| But little folks slip through our hands
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| Like so many grains of sand
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| We’d best enjoy them while we can
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| So soon they fly away |