GROWING UP

 

A baby don't have much to do,
But smile and kick and try to coo.

They learn to roll; and then to stand,
And somehow they make you understand.

If they get a bottle; when it's due,
They're happy then; then so are you.

It isn't long before they creep,
But sometimes hard to get to sleep.

Then next they stand; and fall a lot,
Then up they get; and away they trot.

They learn to walk; then they learn to stand,
With a little help from someone's hand.

They start to talk; continually,
Asking about the things they see.

Sometimes they're easy to keep dry,
Some wet so much; you'd like to cry.

Soon they go outdoors to play,
They're hard to watch day after day.

They're into every thing they see,
All day long, like a busy bee.

They learn to dress. and undress too,
And many times embarrass you.

They like to make so many friends,
And making "messes" never ends.

Then it's school, when they get to four,
And you don't have your baby anymore!

Author: Margaret Shankland 1992