I get a weed instead of a rose
And a little dozer
Plastic rings instead of gold
And little clothes to fold
I get strawberry kisses
And lots of little misses
I find little hearts drawn on my bags
And scribbles on my mags
Sticky hands slip into mine
And lots of little lines
I see little hands waving
And I start a craving
Waiting till I can see
The little angels that they be
*I love you guys