You cry, and sniffle
Little boy, little girl
Without a fixed gender
You are pure
Though the snot on your face
Makes me think otherwise
You mumble and shriek
Stories and idioms
Like a genius, or an imbecile
From the mouth of babes
They say, or your mother does
I forget which said it first
I assume that you're smarter
Than you look, I can only hope
You'll keep your pants on
When we're out in public
Bring your quantum physics text book
With you while you're at it
Maybe I'll learn a thing, or two
Just try not to fall on your face
I don't have enough wet wipes
For both tears and snot
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