I met a man-like creature bearing wings
And inquired as to its nature
A guardian angel, it replied, with great pride
We are of many different kinds

Some are assigned to new born babies
Others to children, the sick, the very old
Adolescents require nearly half our rank
But lovers too require great numbers

We often serve as cupids of a sort
When hearts would soar we lift them high
When hearts are troubled we comfort them
When hearts break, we pick up the pieces