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Jakie Rabinowitz

Wonderful pals are always hard to find.
Some folks have one, some folks have none,
And I was alone for years, but fate was kind,

And in the end, sent me a friend.
Although he's not much higher than my knee,
Still he's the greatest thing on earth for me.

Dirty hands! dirty face!
Leads the neighbors a chase.
But his smile is as cute as can be.

Making noise, breaking toys,
Always fighting the boys,
But his eyes, they're a vision to see.

And when my work is done,
Coming home from the setting sun,
From the gate he will start to run,
And then I'll kiss my boy.

Dirty hands! dirty face!
Little devil, that's what they say,
But to me, he's an angel of joy.

Dirty hands! dirty face!
Leads the neighbors a chase.
But his smile, his little smile, is as cute as can be.

Making noise, breaking toys,
Hahahaha, always fighting the boys,
But his eyes, his Mother's,
And they're a vision to see.

And when my work is done,
Coming home to the setting sun,
From the gate he'll start to run
And then, ohh, I'll kiss my boy.

Dirty hands! dirty face!
Little devil, that's what they say,
But to me, he's an angel of joy.