These few lines express our deep feelings about DUPS.
“Whose child is this?” I asked one day.
Seeing a little one out at play “Mine”, said the parent with a tender smile Mine to keep a little while.
To bathe his hands and comb his hair, To tell him what he is to wear, To prepare him that he may always be good And each day do the things he should.
Whose child is this? I asked once more, Just as the little one entered the door.
Ours said the parents and teachers as they smiled And each took the hand of the little child.
Ours to love and train together.
Ours this blessed task forever.