A little devil in disguise, with
golden hair and big brown
eyes. A typical boy, as the
saying goes, from the tips
of is fingers, right down to
his toes. So energetic, from
morning till night, he's a little
bundle of dynamite. Where he
gets his stamina, I wish I knew.
For he's constantly busy, the
whole day through. When does
he ever get the time to rest?
And unequivocally speaking,
does a mother, really know
best? I guess one can agree,
as you watch while he's at play.
He's truly a typical boy, in every
way!
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