The Cherubic Child Poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

A Child is made of all that's mild
(Mixed with parts of all that's wild?)
Spreading joy with smiles so sunny,
Lisping words as sweet as honey;

With chubby cheeks and cutest nose,
For lips two little buds of rose,
With stars for eyes and silk for hair;
Can even angels choose but stare?

It loves its bunny more than gold
And lollipops (in paper rolled) !
Give it but a simple toy
And see its face bloom with joy!