He started early, He caught their eye.
In His presence they literally would fly.
Every mischief of His, they exclaimed, "Oh how cute!"
He was the pied piper with His flute.
Broke innumerable matkas for butter
They settled for a sorry, their eyes flutter.
They would flock around Him and sing.
He was Krishna, their King!
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