What will you be, Little Girl, what will you be,
When you are a woman grown?
Will you be pretty? Will you be free?
Or a Mommie, with children of your own?
Will you be smart, in an office by nine,
Or in a store that sells dollies and toys?
Or be at home like that Mommie of mine,
Happy with Daddy, and small girls and boys?
And will you love Daddy, and what will you say,
When you kneel by your bed at night?
Will you say, "Thanks for blessing my day"?
Will you say, "God, your world is all right"?
I know you are young, but I know that it's true,
That God builds fountains in Heaven above;
And the best of His fountains are babies like you,
Because babies are fountains of love.
copr. 1991 - Trinka Powers