Rascal But Cute

He is not more than four with the adventurous eyes of a conquistador; he is rascal but cute, and with his innocence my rebukes he dilutes! Little rascal, slowly ride your tricycle down the bumpy block; be careful not to fall off, and don't turn when I yell, " Stop! " When I was your age, I did what you are doing now, and riding fast on grandma's farm...I hit the biggest cow! Cry when I scold you, it'll teach you a first lesson; better watch out for danger than get hurt and bleed! No Spunge Bob's ice cream at six o' clock, if you won't slow down! I laugh when you say, " I am sorry! " thinking of your treat! He has a sharp mind, a knock for furious things and all the more he must dare; and as rascal as he seems, he hugs me when he's wrong...and sadly breaks down! I am a fair uncle, and I wouldn't punish him for a mischief that he has done! And pedaling away he gets more thrilled than a clown with fuzzy, red hair! He is growing up too quickly by the day, and like a rebellious grown-up...he puts up more resistance, but if he thinks he'll get away with his childish mischievousness, aside form being rascal but cute, in a second I'll wisk him away! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci