Wriggling belly
Twisting fat roll appendages
Three soft chins
Slobbery open mouth
Red cheeks
Eyes clamped tighter and tighter
Fussy Fussy Baby
Squirm on the continent
Don't know what to do
But you want it
How long will it last
Some survived over three millennia
Will you die young?
Grow up
You've been a babe too long
You must grow up to survive
Part of me hopes you don't
at least the part of you that I dislike
Maybe when you grow up
I'll like you more.
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