Balance -UNDER construction

I don't know if this poem was something Welita and/or Welito taught mom Connie, if she created it herself, or if she got it from a children's nursery rhyme book. What I do know is that though I was probably no more than three months old, she used to recite it to me while carrying me in her arms. She made sure I was up, engaged, and looking at her face, and when she got to the last line, she would put her thumb on my chin and move my jaw and mouth while she spoke the rest of the rhyme.