I want to feed you the whole world
Not missing out on one little bite.
You can’t walk, in your blanket curled
So instead we’ll take a trip by flight.
Riding through the universe on a friend
I’ll feed all this to you by hand with love.
And should you find that you need a mend
I’ll always be by your side, silent as a dove.
When you shed your innocent wings
And your feet stand on solid ground
I’ll still be around to hear your things
For I will not be far, I’ll always be found.
And then you can feed me your world
While I’m in my old blanket feeble and curled.