Mooning over the stars that shone...
In the basket snug as a bug;
IT wasn't frightened
of the shadow n' the noise!
Instead...It savored the sweet sad 'joys'.
As HE begun the vigilant walk...
Along the labyrinthine path of life;
He wasn't frightened
of the thorns and the rain!
Instead...He relished the pleasurable 'pain'.
--G
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