Written by: Phyllis Ann Doros
Copyright � 1957
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Little Miss Miller

Little Miss Miller has arrived
With cheeks that are plump and lungs that are strong,
Little Miss Miller has survived
The wait�. the nine month wait, which seemed so long.

Little Miss Miller can�t smile yet,
But she gurgles and coos and blows bubbles.
She noisily cries a duet
With one of her nursery doubles.

Little Miss Miller shares her room
With many other pink faced, hungry heirs,
Each and every one of whom,
Must accept this lopsided world as theirs.

For Little Miss Miller will grow,
She will see and listen and learn and thrive,
Small Miss Miller will come to know
The debt we owe for just being alive.

We give her the world�� A sad gift
Filled with shadows of our frequent mistakes.
Somehow or other, she must lift
It far away from these present heart-aches.

Where does she start? How can she do it?
Why do we bequeath this difficult chore?
Do we expect her to submit
To the bonds of failure forevermore?

But wait�. Small Miss Miller was born
Because lasting love is based on courage.
How can our world be lost or forlorn
When she has strength and faith as her heritage?

How can our world be bad, when she
Is here? It�s tarnished perhaps, but worth a shine.
It is called Sad�. How can it be?
If we all start to smile instead of whine.

It�s not perfect� Never has been
And certainly will never reach that state.
We�re here too build and try again
For the many Miss Miller�s won�t hesitate.

They are coming; They are coming,
With spirit and hope alive in their souls,
Hear their voices ever humming
Singing with mockery at fantastic goals.

We�ll give her the world, yes indeed!
She can sail on the sea or fly to the moon.
We�ll give her the wisdom to succeed
In a magnificent new place we have hewn.

We�ll give her books and songs to sing,
About healthy toil and honor and truth,
We�ll teach her love of God and bring
A fresh, bright glory to all of our youth.

Sweet little Miss Miller is here,
Welcome her�. Welcome her with open arms,
A tiny baby, soft and dear
To joyfully add to our world and it�s charms.


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