Child is a budding flower,
Give shelter from scorching sun,
It craves a light shower,
Not a pelting, chill rain.
Neglect may cause incurable bruises,
Scars may never fade,
Even the presence of bees may be dangerous,
Need to carefully evade.
‘The child is father to the man’,
Childhood’s his first stair,
Let him do, what he can,
Give your hand of loving care
If a tree yields poison fruit,
Reason lies in the soil of the root,
If a child grows up to a troublous adult,
Seek the cause, in his childhood root.
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The importance of securing a child a happy childhood