Bless you dear Baby, the Immaculate
Whose Aid feel your Love with his hands redeem
In Hour's Promotion confound the Speculate
Reveal your locked Chamber-of-Hearts un-seen
So it is, Young One, feed his Compassion
And shred that Deadly Tabloid we all know
That, of ****** Faith, his Good Lad mention
The Living Savio which always must Glow
Whatever which Pin, must never un-dress
Because of these Prayers your Smile embed
He'll gladly absorb; Spare Additives less
Only until her Pudge was merrily fed.
Once back in Mum's arms, all Stains erased since
And all he's about: The Best Living Prince.