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
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
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