Time For Baby-Talk

I Do you know more than you can say, little Baby? Before you were born, got that first breath, where were you? Sometimes you gaze past me, gurgle, smile at some Body - You have cherished secrets. Then we teach and train you: You want to figure us; you give up much, it's true What exactly do you lose, when you are "trained" so? We know you take our language but lose another? Starting out self-assured, knowing each ancestor II Baby, you surely knew more than you did convey Death was not your fear, you had known eternity We had to teach you fear of falls, germs, and "JUDGMENT" - You had tasted the world with that tongue, nose, skin, hand If you could talk at birth, ORIGINS to unravel Is there a quantum-language, if allowed to tell?