Sprog OneOffspring OneSoul's gentle cradleSoft as Summer's rainYou help me grow.Hair, soft as nightEyes with life's light
With flowers in your hairYou walk my field.Bare feet on my heartAnd free.And on my life's path
a streambeside me
to bathe my tired mind.Should the stream dryI shall thirst.
Sprog Two Offspring TwoYou go into the gardenTo pick a cabbage leafTo make an apple pie!You see a great he-bear crawling on the roof!Get splinters in your fingers"fifteen feet long, ma!"Your ears are hearersEyes are winkersThumbs are holdersHead's a thinkerFeet are fallersLips and teeth and tongue are talkers.A world laughs in your eyes.