Little Eyes

There are little hands all eager,
To do everything you do;
And a little child who's dreaming,
Of the day they'll be like you.

You're the little child's idol,
You're the wisest of the wise;
In their little minds, about you,
No suspicions ever rise.

They believe in you devoutly,
Holding all you say and do;
They will say and do in your way,
When they've grown up just like you.

There's a wide-eyed little child,
Who believes you're always right;
Their ears are always open,
And they watch you day and night.