If I could blow that dandelion
And make my wish come true
I'd wish the very nicest things
In all the world for you
I'd ask the fairies please to leave
The stardust in your eyes
And not disturb the shinning dreams
You hope to realize
I'd ask the shadows not to cross
Your pathway to the sun
And then I'd ask
That you'd always be blessed
Little One.
MOM
