A baby laughs, he’s discovered his toes,
Such yummy parts to put in his,
Mouth; and happily gnaw until,
The light catches his eye,
A rainbow forming,
Hears her coming.
Everything was fine,
But he needs her so —
Badly, now he doesn’t know,
Why? But he thinks he might cry,
Things aren’t fine until Mom picks him up,
Pure; yet he cries, just when he hears her.
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