Bless you dear Baby, the Immaculate
Whose Aid feel your Love with his hands redeem
In Hour's Promotion confound the Speculate
Reveal your locked Chamber-of-Hearts un-seen
So it is, Young One, feed his Compassion
And shred that Deadly Tabloid we all know
That, of Virgin Faith, his Good Lad mention
The Living Savio which always must Glow
Whatever which Pin, must never un-dress
Because of these Prayers your Smile embed
He'll gladly absorb; Spare Additives less
Only until her Pudge was merrily fed.
Once back in Mum's arms, all Stains erased since
And all he's about: The Best Living Prince.