There is a man I dearly love
Straight from God's hand he came to me
So sweetly dependent, yet adorably bold
For this little man is but one year old.

To others this man may not be fair
He has no curls of sunny hair
His hair is brown and silky fine
And then you see, this man is mine

I was not in earnest, simply in jest
When I said "I liked blue eyes the best"
His eyes are dark, of midnight's hue
With imps of mischief peeping through

Oh sweetest comfort, purest joy
When my arms enfold my baby boy
To me, he's perfection when all is told
My little man, just one year old