Baby Talk
The way I see it
the world’s gone wrong
I have had this notion
Since the day I was born!
I move about
on my fours
And mum has to
do all my chores!
From where I crawl
It is my view
The world is wrong,
I can see it all!
Dad’s always busy
But mum is home
We cuddle cozy,
after bath and foam!
Baby talk I talk to her
In signs, shrieks and lisps
She’ll nod and answer
Carrying me on her hips
The cat comes to play
Every morning with me
I ask him to stay
As he rubs across my knee!
I have lots of lovely toys
All on the floor
Spoilt I am for choice
Want more and more
Life is so beautiful
All sweet and nice
Calm and peaceful
If one really tries!
All the grown up Men
look so sad
They can’t have fun
Must be so bad!
I hear them shout
Often in fight
I have no doubt
They are not right
They are working late
They are never home,
They are in a state
When finally home!
Why can’t they all
Stay home like I do
Play till night fall
And do what I do?
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