Tall and lean he stands before me.
Waiting to bestow his blessing
On this child's soft golden head.
Words of wisdom are not said lightly,
But come now fluently
From beneath his breath.
Oh what prophesy brought before me,
For this child's exhaulted life.
What adventure will salute her
As she strives for what is right.
Come now breathren
Come and heed him,
Hear the words the sage hath spake.
For his blessisng upon my baby
Surely is a warning to take.