That To A Baby Poem by Eurecha Shambylla

A simple thought and difference,
A held was more of thine
My eldest son was born too fine,
Withold the sightest kine

The face refine the sweet consume;
But less to free and gloom
Despite the long would rather aim;
Arise too eager sum

Thus futile vile and amendments dong:
Infest on true and wing
Build my define and sing my fong:
A settlement not wrong

Will still adjust impel to fuel;
Recall the pamper tell
Since very leaf and duty well;
Invoke a ruly shall

My little cries and melodies,
Inspire my lingest ways
A road that shown forever cares,
For my baby, lean and fays.