Little children see grownups as beings supreme.
We can do almost anything, and we are smart.
But we simply adore them. It’s not all that hard.
We are more conscientious. At best we will guard
Them against any danger. They light up the heart.
All the love that we give them cannot be extreme.

Everyday interchanges with them do delight
And sometimes there is tension. We handle that well
Due to our firm commitment to seeing them grow
To their fullest potential. At times we may show
Parts of us that they shouldn’t see, and they can tell
When we act out of fear. They do know wrong from right.

Smaller replicas of we adult folk they are.
And in fact they have feelings and intellect too.
If we were more like them they would be more like us.
It’s a notion of interest we may discuss
At some length to discover some ways that are new
For ensuring they see us as not too bizarre.