I often awe my children young
Blessed as you'll are from heaven
Have come to earth to live in here
In this my little humble home
I hope I have made you'll feel welcome
Special and as your own
It's so nice to see you comfortable
To hear you calling this as home
Though I know your truth my little lords
Having graced me the chance to clean your feet
And why this very home is yours
I'm only the servant who kept it clean
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