Pitter Patter

There will be a time for tea and coffee
There will be a time for quiet cafes
There will be a time for reading and writing
And dreaming the day away

But now is the time of pitter patter
Now is the time of what’s the matter
Let me kiss you, make it better

Now is the time of sweet, soft kisses
Now is the time every mother misses
Over coffee in a quiet cafe

Early to bed, early to rise
Lay down your head, and close your eyes
Life is a dream that soon passes by
You will be grown in the blink of an eye
So please, let me kiss you one more time