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I wonder how many times today,

I’ve gone to the door and looked out;

For that tow-headed boy with winning ways,

Playing round about.

So often I’ve heard him laugh and sing,

As he romped outside in the shade;

And I knew he was happy just being close by,

As hour after hour he played.

And lots of times he’d knock on the door,

I’d go – and there he’d stand;

Looking up at me with a beaming smile,

A bouquet tight in his hand.

And he’d stand and wait for his reward,

A kiss on top of his head;

And then, He’d give me his favorite surprise,

A flower of the brightest red.

Or he’s call me to come outside,

To see the bright blue jay,

Or perhaps a golden butterfly,

As it flitted on it’s way.

Or see a plane flying way down low,

Or the trail where a jet had sped,

Or the cloud in the sky that looked like a ship,

As it sailed through the blue overhead.

But its been so quiet here at home today,

An exception instead of a rule;

It all adds up to the simple fact,

My baby has started to school.