Here's to Bob

Here’s to Bobby
So bright and so fair,
To me he is dear,
There’s none to compare.

There’s nothing so high,
That he cannot climb,
Though my patience wears thin,
To me he’s sublime.

Some day he’ll grow tall,
Life to be met.
But for now he’s my doll,
Do I love him? You bet.

- Maude Hutchinson, 1959