Out in the garden my toddler potters
Filthy hands and nose dripping with snotters
Stones in his mouth he is happy to chew
As his nappy fills up with piddle and poo
Plays with the cat then pulling it's tail
After it scratches he then starts to wail
Give him a biscuit he'll start to calm down
Then in no time at all he's running around
He's picking the flowers and eating the grass
Swings on the washing as he runs past
He makes such a noise that could waken the dead
But quietens down before going to bed
Laid in his cot he drifts off to sleep
So silent so calm, not a sound, not a peep.
©Catherine Turner-Joll
2001
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