I'm a little baby,
I like to droll....Maybe .
My parents call me cute,
But really they want my loot,
I like to play with keys,
But when I steal them, my parents say 'Oh jeez'
Im not really tall,
And when I'm on the roof I fall,
This is about my life,
Please dont cut with a knife!
POEM ABOUT BROOKE ABOUT BEING A BABY!
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