We’re made for love and we’ve retained

That childhood dream despite the care

And hard frustrations that have rained

On us – like children unaware

Wond’ring how little we have gained

From a world that brings despair

What the innocent child’s eye sees

We’ve taught our own kids, sweet joys given;

Happy days at home that please

Wondrous times on farms in Devon

Except ye become as one of these 

Ye shall not enter the kingdom of Heaven

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