Poem: The Sweet Nature of Children

Children, oh very little
Your bones, very brittle
On mums’ lap you settle
You all, fed with feeding bottle
You must be bright seat quite

Stop crying, mums’ coming with your diet
Remain calm, don’t cry
Be careful, don’t even try
Beautiful and handsome
Cute faces, not bad at all
Eating bread, do you need some?
Stop crying, here is your little ball

Happy hearts with cool faces
Now you play in grassy places
Same was it in ancient ages
Children today, grew to king and sages.

Kind children, crying babies
All grew as geese and gabies
Strong and healthy as their age increases
Hated by friends, they stay off diseases.

Prince Akwarandu,
The Poet.

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