A year ago the house was still,
The windy April day was dark and cold,
And life began as was Gods will,
So today your Johnnie is one year old.
A year of laughter and of song,
With a precious Little boy of your own,
Sharing a love that�s deep and strong,
Realizing how fast your son has grown.
A bit of curl is in his hair,
His smile is proud for his teeth number eight,
His soft pink skin is smooth and fair,
And his legs show strength as he stands up straight.
His trusting hands that hold you tight,
His bright blue eyes that over-flow with joy,
And you are sure the worlds are right,
When you have such a perfect Little boy.
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