There are those that we meet,
Who have little feet,
Not that it isn't rightly so;
For they have little feet,
Because they are meek,
And don't quite yet know where to go.

They're the ones with the big bright eyes,
And whether they're gals or guys,
They're wearing no disguise.

To ignore them would be our demise,
For their futures are our blue skies.

The simple meek and their little feet
Are just like me and you.
They're only different because they need more love,
And to occasionally learn something new.