'What shall I become when I grow up?',
Asked an innocent son of the Father,
Sitting in his lap.
'Why, a carpenter, like me!'
He replied proud, no hesitation in his voice.

The son thought,
And scrambled down from his Father's lap.
'But I want to be more,
A nobleman,
King or Emperor, atleast that!'

The father gently picked him up,
And settled him upon his knee,
A lesson in life lay in wait.
'In the humblest of Man's work, my son,
Is the greatest of God's work done.'

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