O, little chap with curly hair

And serious wide blue eyes,

Intent upon a story book

And on the pictures there,

If only I could tell to you

What pleasures will be yours,

When you get to story land,

Safe inside it's doors.

Smooth and easy be your path,

Pleasant be the view,

Fair be every turn of road

That meets your eyes of blue.

And may you always be like that

In everything you do:

Intent and serious on your work.

And, o, those eyes of blue! )