‘Imperious
wool-booted sage’

Imperious wool–booted sage
  Though your years as men reckon are Three
You are wiser than ten times your age,
  And your  faithfullest servants are we.

Oh fluffy Philosopher small
  You can't read our rhymes it is true,
For dinner and play is your All
  And Creation is—you!

You cry for the moon and—you get it, 
  You laugh and our spirits have mirth,
And the least of your orders we set it 
  O'er everything else upon earth.

We know we are older—we may be 
  More wise than yourself O my sweet
But today you are Queen of us Baby
  And we come with our gifts to your feet.