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Caleb Is a Noisy Boy
Caleb is a noisy boy With a lot of noisy toys Like cars that "vroom", "boop" and "crash" And video games that "boom", "fwoop" and "splash" He's got air planes that "swoosh" and "swish" Even has bath toys that bubble like fish He had a balloon that would soar and whistle Until it went "pop!" upon a thistle He bounces his balls up and down the hall And throws his darts against the wall He even likes the chatter of checker pieces And the games he plays with all my nieces And my nephew, making muscle dolls wrestle I mean "action figures", they snap like pretzels And he's not too old to enjoy V-tech Because he can add his own sound effects Hissing like snakes, buzzing like dirt dobbers Now he does war games, cops and robbers He shoots cap guns "pow", "pow", "pow" in rhythm We see the enemy and he says, "Let's get 'em!" Yes I play too, but not as much as he wants I give out more easily, his energy haunts Just when I think he's tuckered out like a church mouse He's screaming and jumping on me in the house From 6 a.m. until late at night around 9 I love his noises because Caleb is mine
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