Sometimes it's hard to be a baby.
My little face says it all Adults think they know it all When they don't know a thing It can be hard sometimes to be a baby One moment you're the best thing in the world Everyone loves a baby But when we. get a little older We are ignored and end up in the gravy I tried to rebel But it didn't Turn out too well I should be in the bursary And our Moms In the penetrnsuary Whats a kid like me Doing in a joint like this? I suppose it was born at the wrong time Wrong place I tried the old trick When there's when there's nothing left So plan A cry to draw attention Only problem was Both my parents were deaf I have my own tantrums People said '' it's just teething problems But I don't have any teeth" That's the problem So I'm here And must confess I'm depressed So embarrassed And Harrised Just think When I get back to nursery? I walk in looking like a lampshade The other babies will think I've gone daft I've lost my marbles! And laugh! When I get a bit older And have my teeth I can speak After intense pychothrapy For Trauma I warn ye I may get bigger than those who scared me Just wait and see.
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