As a very young boy in Millstreet County Cork
I was told and believed that a baby was brought to the baby's mother by a stork
And most children what they are told do believe
Compared to adults they are not that hard to deceive
And innocence is such a beautiful thing
Though adulthood with it cynicism does bring
Knowledge and life experience does come at a cost
For we do lose something beautiful when innocence is lost
The loss of innocence becomes cynicism's gain
And only good memories of our very young years we retain
Of the innocence of a young girl or a young boy
Who believe that this old white bearded fellow named Santa brought them their Christmas toy
In life the memory of the beauty of young innocence we can only retain
Since we cannot physically or mentally return to childhood again.
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