There's coldness in my eyes
Which his flashing look can't break,
The tot stares at me and flies,
That is more than I can take!
His dreamlike chubby cheeks are red,
He opens his wide eyes so deep,
We were too cheerful and too loud, I bet,
Tough, in his tub he fell asleep.
He's sitting on my lap and though,
I can't tell him about strains, I'm sure.
Where will he finally go,
When lines are there no more?
