Though he’s never very tall,
Now he’s like a rubber ball.
Arms and legs are intertwined
‘Til his feet you cannot find,
As he sits upon the floor,
Starts backward roll from the door.
Round the room his course he launches
‘Til he stops – sits on his haunches
Big brown eyes are focused on me,
As from his lips come, “Ma, I’m hungry!”
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