Oh, Beautiful Child, Part 6

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Children's Poetry

Oh, beautiful child, when I come tapping on your windows,
I hope that you will let me in;
Especially when the wind blows.

Oh, beautiful child, catch a glimpse of a snowflake in your hand;
There will be many, many more
Like a beach has a grain of sand.

Oh, beautiful child, your stained glass mountain looks like it should be placed
Inside your window pane;
Where it won't be erased.

Oh, beautiful child, I'm going to show off for all to see
Your rainbow snowflake;
A precious gift that you have given me.

Oh, beautiful child, your lovely lady swings on a purple night;
Why, I just can't tell you enough
How she fills me with delight!

Thanks to Jacob A. Zimmerman; he is a wonderful man;
He'll always help a person in need
Any time he can.

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