Still Some Doubt Poem by Ima Ryma

Two years old and I'm all grown up
Enough, Momma tells me I should
Learn to do some big girl stuff, yup,
For Momma I try to do good.
So I tell Momma when I need
Her help on doing this new stuff.
And Momma helps me, yes indeed,
Cuz I still haven't learned enough.
So Momma and I both go in
To where I'm learning all about
This new stuff and I do begin,
But still can't help having some doubt.

This potty training makes me frown,
Hope Momma doesn't flush me down.