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."