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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