by George MacDonald
Where did you come from baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get those eyes so blue?
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Where did you get that little tear?
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Where did you get this pearly ear?
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
How did they all just come to be you?
But how did you come to us, you dear?