now look at sebby

Once I remember

He has no teeth when he was here

On the floor looking up the ceiling

Eyes wondering why so high?

He kicked his legs

Laughing at his own way

The sound he made

If only we could understand

Now look at Sebby

A bit older and taller

With his teeth growing

And cropped of hair

In time the Christmas tree

He can stand tall near it

For now he will find his presents

Under the pile of gifts