Through all the carefree days of childhood fun,
When daily tasks were waiting to be done,
The magic words that brought my little one,
I need you."

And now the teen age - turbulent and gay
When restless fledglings want to fly away,
The only words, sometimes, that make them stay:
I need you."

Upon the threshold of tomorrow all
Our youths are poised - to rise, or fall,
We MUST find jobs; then send the clarion call:
We need you."

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