Last night I held my arms to
And you held yours to
And started out to march to
As any soldier fine.
You lifted up your little
And laughingly advanced;
And I stood there and gazed
Your first wee steps, entranced.
You gooed and gurgled as you
Without a sign of fear;
As though you knew, your journey o'er,
I'd greet you with a cheer.
And, what is more, you seemed to know,
Although you are so small,
That I was there, with eager arms,
To save you from a fall.
Three tiny steps you took, and then,
Disaster and dismay!
Your over-confidence had
Your little feet astray.
You did not see what we could
Nor fear what us alarms;
You stumbled, but ere you could fallI caught you in my arms.
You little tyke, in days to
You'll bravely walk alone,
And you may have to wander
Where dangers lurk unknown.
And,
Oh,
I pray that then, as now,
When accidents
You'll still remember that I'm
To save you from a fall.
This version taken from Just Folks by Edgar A
Published by The Reilly & Lee Co.,
Chicago,
Pages 85-86
