Boyish Bellies

In times well past, In times of future, knocking arrives at your open door, Hooray you shout! Hooplah you laugh! for niece and nephews have come at last. Blonde and rusty, Little California boys And a girl with strawberry curls who wears her prettiest princess skirt To bed. And they will tell stories, And we will laugh and sing, and we will draw pictures, like Peter sometimes used to, and finally, after the millionth cup of ice cold, they will leave with their Smiling boyish bellies.