Tiny Little Fingers

Tiny little fingers reach to help,
Cut the shape of cookies,
To place in the tin upon the shelf.

Tiny little fingers, pick up the dough,
And place it in their mouth,
Where all tasty things should go.

Tiny little fingers, placed upon your face,
As they share that special smile,
Which sends your heart in a race.

Tiny little fingers will one day be gone,
But you’ll remember those happy times,
As you baked and sang a song.

Tiny little fingers will one day be,
Big and strong and just as helpful,
Still in your kitchen, wait and see.