The author of this poem is unknown, but whoever the author may have been obviously comprehended the Christ-likeness of children. The author obviously understood that to be like Jesus we must somehow become like children again.

Let The Children Come In!

There's something quite nice about children.
Every family should have one or two
They're such a fine race
When they're kept in their place:
Say, the playground, the park or the zoo.

In his place, a child's quite delightful,
Full of fun, a most interesting buddy.
But his yearning for action
Can cause a distraction
When he has invaded the study.

The office is no place for children.
They foul up our work with their fun.
So we make it a rule
That they must go to school
So their elders can get something done.

Some children came searching for Jesus.
His friends were distressed and inclined
To think: "Oh, how terrible
To have a fresh parable
Suddenly slip from His mind!"

So they tried to get rid of the children
Surely no major disgrace,
Protecting their Master, From certain disaster.
By keeping the children in place.

"Let the children come in!" shouted Jesus,
Then he said something frightfully odd:
"They are bearers of grace,
And their ultimate place
Is right smack in the Kingdom of God."

Well, the place of a child is the Kingdom.
That's what Jesus carefully taught.
So, the last time you did
Play some ball with your kid,
You were closer to God than you thought.