Little folks are people too,
Very much like me and you.
The little things they say and do,
That kind of make your day.

Foolishness and common sense;
Through the eyes of innocence.
Skip a rope or jump the fence,
Getting in the way.

"Daddy, why are you so tall?
Daddy, why am I so small?
Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall?
Could it be the Lord?"

Chasing puppies, climbing trees,
Bumping heads and skinning knees;
It's not very hard to see,
That kids are God's reward.

Little folks get down and out,
The girls will cry, and the boys will pout.
Before you know what it's about,
They're smiling once again.

Colored kites on  summer breeze,
Jingle bells and Christmas trees,
Too soon they're only memories.
Do you remember when?

"Daddy, what makes eagles fly?
What makes clouds roll in the sky?
Daddy, if I really try,
Will I grow up someday?"

But, little folks slip through our hands,
Like so many grains of sand.
We best enjoy them while we can,
So soon they fly away.

Song
"Little Folks"
Recorded by
~Charlie Daniels~