Little Folks

Little folks are people too
Very much like me and you
The little things they say and do
They kinda make your day
Foolishness and common sense
Through the eyes of innocence
Skip a rope or jump a fence
Getting in the way
«Daddy, why are you so tall?
Daddy, why am I so small?
And daddy, who makes snowflakes fall
Could it be the Lord?»
Chasing puppies, climbing trees
Bumping heads and skinning knees
It’s not very hard to see
That kids are Gods reward
Little folks get down and out
The girls will cry and boys will pout
Before you know what it’s about
They’re smiling once again
Coloured kites on summer breeze
Jingle bells and Christmas trees
Too soon they’re only memories
Do you remember when?
«Daddy, what makes eagles fly?
What makes clouds float in the sky?
And daddy, if I really try
Will I grow up someday?»
But little folks slip through our hands
Like so many grains of sand
We’d best enjoy them while we can
So soon they fly away