Dove.

Calm down little child
Though none of us worthy.

Dearest running to the alter
As free as your birdy.

All eyes are upon us
So hush little baby.

Oh my rising you talk
When you are without me.

Slow down toddler child
Be milder than May.

The year of your birth
As life makes my hair grey.

Sit still little one
Though only a boy.

Pray to pray growing love
You're toys are so noisy.

Face forward angel born
In clothes so sparkly.

Take notes attentive ear
Carry your candle so lovely.

Open your heart pressious voice
Read well your mastery.

Preach the gospel of the lord
Your message so heavenly.

Share dreams that quench
Share tea with your ministry.

Now mass is over
How the rain still pleases thee.