Imperious wool-booted sage
by Rudyard Kipling
Imperious wool-booted sage
Tho' your years as men reckon are Three
You are wiser then ten times your age,
And your faithfullest servants are we.
Oh fluffy Philosopher small
You can't read our rhymes it is true,
For dinner and play are your All
And Creation is - you!
You cry for the moon - and you get it!
You laugh and our spirits have mirth,
And the least of your orders we set it
O'er everything else upon earth.
We know we are older - we may be
Mor wise than yourself, O my sweet
But today you are Queen of us Baby
And we come with our gifts at your feet.
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