Ten fingers, ten toes,
One chocolate button nose.
No teeth, gummy smile,
Faint scent of camomile,
My baby
Stanley.

An obstinate mane of hair,
A demanding regal air.
A roaring yell. at will
And the world is still
For little
Stanley.

Grasping the stars at night
While dreaming of flight
His days are mundane
Walking's too plain
For my nephew
Stanley.