Little Folks

Little folks are people too

Very much like me and you

The little things they say and do

They kinda make your day

Foolishness and common sense

Through the eyes of innocence

Skip a rope or jump a fence

Gettin' in the way

Daddy, why are you so tall?

Daddy, why am I so small?

Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall?

Could it be the Lord?

Chasing puppies, climbin' trees

Bumping heads and skinnin' knees

It's not very hard to see

That kids are God's reward

Little folks get down and out

The girls will cry and boys will pout

Before you know what it's about

They're smiling once again

Colored kites on summer breeze

Jingle Bells and Christmas trees

Too soon they're only memories

Do you remember when?

Daddy, what makes eagles fly?

What makes clouds float in the sky?

And Daddy, if I really try

Will I grow up someday?

But little folks slip through our hands

Like so many grains of sand

You'd best enjoy them while you can

So soon they fly away...