I found a
little cherub
Who had
rolled down Heavens stair,
The blue
of skies was in his eyes,
And
sunlight in his hair.
And when I
ran to pick him up,
He
chuckled with delight
And says
to me confidingly
ÒAll
wite.Ó
This was
the message which he brought
From
Heaven, when he came.
And though
they call call him ÒHaroldÓ
WeÕll have
to change his name
To one of
larger meaning
And
heavenly delight,
GodÕs
blessing on thee little man
ÒAll wite.Ó