Fancy to find a mud baby

Rising out of the lotus pond;

His shorts and ‘tee’ stuck to his body,

His face, arms, hands, legs and feet

Were covered in dark, oozing mud!

Why there was a mud baby

In the miniature lotus pond,

I do not know!

He looked sad and listless;

Nothing could energize him.

Then a white fairy flew in

And held the muddy hands.

She carried him far away

To a land where no one ridiculed.

He was cleaned till his skin shone bright

And he wore white garments like the fairy

When he came back to his own land,

He shone above everyone.

The people were amazed

And they  whispered,

”Is this the ugly mud baby?”

”I am the same mud baby.

Now I am loved and cared for.

All the filth of ridicule was washed away

By the white fairy of love and her people.