To the beaver, love is a many-splintered thing,
,
To the bunny, love is permission; lettuce love,
To the horse; hay, there's nothing better,
To the giraffe, love is worth the stretch,
To the cow, it's a lotta bull,
To the dog, it's "Where's Timmy? Not down another well?"
To the cat, it's activated by a can opener,
To the girl, it's the cute boy,
To the woman, it's a real man,
To the boy, it's the cute girl,
To the man, it's the one who will know him and still love him
To the father, it's his wife, his daughter, and his son
To the mother, it's her husband, her son and her daughter
To the Grandparents, it's all their children and children's children
To God, it's all the children of the world, proved by the cross of the
Son He loves.
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