I am a child. 
All the world waits for my coming. 
All the earth watches with interest to see what I shall become. 
Civilization hangs in the balance. 
For what I am, the world of tomorrow will be. 
I am the child. 
You hold in your hand my destiny. 
You determine, largely, whether I shall succeed or fail. 
Give me, I pray you, these things that make for happiness. 
Train me, I beg you, that I may be a blessing to the world. 

- Mamie Gene Cole