This is a story of a little boy with his sunny ways,
A little boy i know, six years young and full of life.
Has a smile on his lips and his feet on springs,
Sunshine is most certainly his other name
It was hot that day as it had been for so very long,
He was grumpy in the taxi, a tantrum brewing strong
His mood was black as the sun shone bright by his side.
He declared: "I hate the sun! why is it always on me?
It is too bright, it makes me hot and i cannot see!"
The mother 'who knows everything' said,
"You are our sunshine, I think the sun likes you,
though you can sit on my side if you wish to"
A minute later, a little hand waved out to the sun
'Ofcourse", he said, "that's why the sun always follows me,
Even when i cross the road, or just still
It likes me because i'm a friend, because i must be fun"
The 12 yrold giggled because he knew too much,
The mother nudged him into silence because she knew better
This was a moment for her to savour,
when faith and innocence, her two great friends
Joined hands to make a little heart believe
A little boy made friends with the sun that day
All because he had faith and innocence firm by his side
and let's not forget, a little help from mummy too!