Wee, wee, wee!
Split, splat, splash!
Those tiny feet running, jumping,
Arms open wide, swinging in the air.
The cute darling face,
Showing smiles without a tooth or two.
Watch out for the little angels.
They'll fly, thinking they're superheroes.
They'll climb as if they're stepping on a mountain.
They'll play with anything their little hand could get.
With their creative minds,
they'll leave you with awe, with those pretty fibs.
Troublesome, they may seem;
they're the naughtiest of all ages,
Yet the meekest among them.
They can give you a pout and a thundering cry.
They can brighten up your day with their laugh.
Whew! toddlers... just can't resist them.
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