Love you, and you, and you!

Baby korbat is aglow,
Her face full of delight.
For on this very special day,
She's found her gift of flight.

Little wings, up and down,
As fast as she can bear.
Then up she goes, all at once,
She's hovering in the air!

A breathless gasp,
Her eyes go wide.
Glances at the floor below,
Is suddenly filled with pride.

So caught up is she,
In dreams of soaring skies,
That she falls back to the floor,
And immediately she cries.

Mother picks her up,
Says: Sweetie, don't be blue,
See that sky way up there?
It's waiting just for you.

And little korbat smiles,
Knows mother is always right.
Closes her eyes, content to rest,
And dream of future flight.