Do you ever smile in wonder
That the primordial reptile-trample
Was natal?
See Him: humble, cradled, cuddled,
Snuggled, swaddled in a stable,
Learning to suckle—
Did milk down into dimple
And little jowl dribble?
Did He wriggle with rumbling giggle
At His mother’s tender tickle?
Do you love to ponder
That ere the Galilean ever
Over hill and dale ambled
He first wobbled, then stumbled,
Then toddled and splashed through vernal puddle?
And was not the root of the arable parable
Planted in musical bees’ bumbles,
Mumbles at wingéd beetles,
Tearful bawl at insult of bramble
Or myrtle-torn knuckle?
Do you ever picture
The Rock o’er a pebble his fingers curling,
Then it into water hurling,
And at interminable ripples marveling?
Do you think the Lord of nature,
The eternal, most noble Royal,
Ever danced in joyful wiggle,
Blew through sanctified spittle, and babbled:
“Look, Ima! Bubble!”