Where has he gone to, Mother's boy,
Little plaid dresses and curls of joy?
Who is this gentleman, haughty in glance,
Walking around in a new pair of pants?
Where has he vanished, the little Sir Smile
That mother once folded in gentle beguile?
Who is the stranger that comes in his place?
The very same eyes and the very same face,
But, oh, the lost babyhood! Come back if you can,
From the stream that is drifting you onward to man!