You're just a little fellow with a lot of funny ways, <br />Just three-foot-six of mischief set with eyes that fairly blaze; <br />You're always up to something with those busy hands o' yours, <br />And you leave a trail o' ruin on the walls an' on the doors, <br />An' I wonder, as I watch you, an' your curious tricks I see, <br />Whatever is the reason that you mean so much to me. <br /> <br />You're just a chubby rascal with a grin upon your face, <br />Just seven years o' gladness, an' a hard and trying case; <br />You think the world's your playground, an' in all you say an' do <br />You fancy everybody ought to bow an' scrape to you; <br />Dull care's a thing you laugh at just as though 'twill never be, <br />So I wonder, little fellow, why you mean so much to me. <br /> <br />Now your face is smeared with candy or perhaps it's only dirt, <br />An' it's really most alarming how you tear your little shirt; <br />But I have to smile upon you, an' with all your wilful ways, <br />I'm certain that I need you 'round about me all my days; <br />Yes, I've got to have you with me, for somehow it's come to be <br />That I couldn't live without you, for you're all the world to me.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/couldn-t-live-without-you/
