A Little Tooth
Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone.
over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail.
your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
You did, you loved, your feet
Your daughter's tall.
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