Babies
Babies have super-senses.
They know when you are about to sit down to dinner.
Or when you think about making a hot drink.
And even if they seem deeply asleep
They know when you lie them down in their cots.
Babies have super-senses.
They save their explosions for when you are late
For an important engagement.
Or when they are dressed in their best outfits.
Babies have super-senses.
They keep their milk spills for suits,
Black velvet, "dry clean only".
Babies have super-senses.
It is as if they know
That they can light up your world
With one
Big
Beautiful
Gummy
Smile
They know when you are about to sit down to dinner.
Or when you think about making a hot drink.
And even if they seem deeply asleep
They know when you lie them down in their cots.
Babies have super-senses.
They save their explosions for when you are late
For an important engagement.
Or when they are dressed in their best outfits.
Babies have super-senses.
They keep their milk spills for suits,
Black velvet, "dry clean only".
Babies have super-senses.
It is as if they know
That they can light up your world
With one
Big
Beautiful
Gummy
Smile
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