The little boy stood trembling,
Frightened from head to toe.
He was looking for his mother
And wondering which way to go.

He turned for just a minute,
To look at a big, red car;
He knew his mother was right there,
And he wouldn't go far.

He softly called her name,
And then loudly he called some more,
It looked just like his mother
Coming through the front door.

How happy he was to see her
As he hugged her and cried with glee,
"I'm so happy to find you,
Aren't you glad to find me?

"Let me hold your hand tightly
As we look at this new toy.
Then we'll go home together
And I won't be a lost boy."