The Toddler

THE TODDLER


Toddling, Toddling,
Scurrying boy
What’s next? What’s next?
Search for a toy?

Rush here, rush there,
In mother’s hair
In this, In that,
You climb a chair.

What’s this? What’s this?
You see a wire
Pull hard, Pull hard,
Crash, Whoops, Mom’s ire.

Not me, not me
It was the cat
Your little one
Would not do that.

Toddling, toddling
Let's see what’s next
Oh boy crayons
Nice white wall text

Oh hum, oh hum
That’s no more fun
Pull tablecloth
And then I’m done.

Fall down, fall down
Now that’s a pain
Should I get up
And try again?

I’m down, stay down
Poor mom is wiped
I’ll sleep awhile
Till I’m re-hyped.