Happy Baby

Watching him sleep, oh, how sweet, Those little toes, those red cheeks, those little feet Fast asleep, warm and snug With the heater cozy beneath the bedroom rug All tucked in, this happy baby I will watch over you even after you'r eighty I can't help but watch him as he lay there sleeping And sometimes I might even find myself weeping I weep when I think of him bringing my life all this joy. All this joy, from such a small little boy.