For my love bug
When you scrape your knee, there's no need to scream
Take a deep breath,
And count to three.
one...two...three...
Remember, that makua can fix it,
and give you a hug.
Because you are
my little love bug.
'Thank you makua'
You can reply.
'I feel a lot better
I don't need to cry.'
Makua can say,
'It's only a scrape,
you did your best.'
'And now, it's time to rest.'
On the days you are sad,
I want you to know,
I love you
as far as my arms go.
I love you, my love bug.
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