Little Pee
Two little teeth a big wide smileBig blue eyes what a child
Clapping hands and making sounds
Bottom in the air as she crawls around
Picking up anything she can find
In to her mouth to crunch and grind
Pulling her self up now to stand
Smiling proudly because she can
She cant sit but wants to climb
Of my knee every time
She's a handful I will let you know
But I miss her when its time to go
She's back tomorrow for more fun
I have lots to pick up so I must run
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