The youngest was the most loved   The youngest was the shielded   We kept him from the world's glare   And he turned into a killer      Retroussé nose   Turned up and mischievous   Forget me not eyes   That cried if we ever left his side      There is no such   Thing in life as normal   There is no such   Thing in life as normal      The youngest was the most loved   The youngest was the cherub   A small boy from a poor house   Who turned into a killer      A blushed rose   If he had to say, ?Hello?   A lopsided grin   Strained to keep the shyness in      There is no such   Thing in life as normal   There is no such   Thing in life as normal      The youngest was the most loved   The youngest was the cherub   The look was all before him   With a lovely wife beside him      The youngest was the most loved   The youngest was the cherub   We kept him from the world's glare   And he turned into a killer      There is no such   Thing in life as normal   There is no such   Thing in life as normal