I like to sleep again in a cradle. br Where is my perambulator? br I lost my feeding bottle br and the bootees are not fit now. br My beautiful mom who was the protectress br of this fawn. br When I crawl you gave me your big hand br my handsome dad. br Where did you go with my poor mom? br It's unbelievable, br When I take my children to school in the morning br I see both of you through the mist at the handrail br with my old books.