How did you come to me, my sweet?
From the land that no one knows?
Did Mr. Stork bring
You here on his wings?
Were you born in thea heart of a rose?
I carried you under my heart, my sweet,
And I sheltered you safe from alarms;
Then one wonderful day the dear
God looked down,
And I snuggled you tight in my arms.
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