Beatice stepping over the Rainbow Bridge

When I have said my evening prayer,
And my clothes are folded in the chair,
And Mother switches off the light,
I'll still be four years old tonight.

But, from the very break of day,
Before the children rise and play,
Before the greenness turns to gold,
Tomorrow, I'll be four years old.

Four kisses when I wake.
Four candles on my cake!

The stars are watching for her birth,
A little child comes down to earth;
Angels do help her both day and night,
To fill her heart with love and light;
Four burning candles we did prepare,
To shine upon your birthday fair.