Small
He'll roam around
Draw on the wall
Tee-pee the dog
And flood the toilet
He'll run through the house
Break expensive things
Smile and say I'm sorry
And you'll always forgive him
He'll wait on the couch
'Til Barney comes on
Pretend he's asleep when he's suppose to be in bed
You feed him every four hours
And your his world
He'll look at you with those big brown eyes
Smile that staggle-tooth smile
You'll know
That's your son
And you'll let him be small
Copyright © Sarah Burgess | Year Posted 2005
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