Where
did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get
your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the
light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get
that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your
forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your
cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-cornered
smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get
this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get
those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.
Feet, whence did
you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.
How did they all
just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you
come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.
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