Crumb crunchers
So dear to me
Thumb suckers
Cling to my knee
Who knows
What I’ll find
In my pockets?
While guarding
Their fingers
From power sockets
I am the
Tickle monster
Who ekes out
Giggles galore
When up-turned faces
Beg for more
I toddle among
These
Knuckle gummers
Whose mouths
Have a date
Across the summers
Here and there
They osmose
Through their tongues
Tis the age and
Time to whet
Their palates
So they’ll know
The uniqueness
Of Your Word
Through the sweetness
Of the honeycomb
So that in time
To come
They shall not depart
From Him.
RWOz2
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