Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pretty ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.
Feet whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherub's wings.
How did they all come just to be you?
God thought of me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?