Count your fingers, count your toes, little son of mine,
and add the stars above.

Then multiply by thousands, too, and you might measure
just a part of mommy’s love.

Little angel, sweet and pure, clap your baby hands,
and play with little toys.

Your pretty smile makes mother laugh, and want to hug you tight, my sunny, carefree boy.

Run to grandma, grandpa, too, and tease your Auntie Kay,
and clown for us to see.

Play peek-a-boo and push-the-car and catch-me-if-you can,
then wave your hand to me.

You’re bright and happy, full of fun, a little mischief, too,
no time to sit or stay.

You pull my hair and pinch my nose, then snuggle close to me
to sleep at end of day.

I wish that you could know the joy you bring your mother, dear,
and everyone you know.

Just because you’re little you, so sweet with baby ways,
and we all love you so.

When you’re grown up so tall and strong with childhood years behind and you’re a man, my son,

Your mom will know each step you took; and of babies ever born, you were the sweetest one!