The baby crawled across the floor,
His sock is gone it’s by the door.
He grabs the dog it doesn’t care,
Now his hands are full of hair.
He crawls some more, there goes a shoe,
He’s so much work what shall I do.
I grab him up and reconsider,
Where did I get this little critter?
When my belly was big and round,
I never thought this little clown,
Would drive me crazy make me bend
And push my patience to the end.
Now my breast he starts to suckle,
As his eyes close, he gives a chuckle.
It must be gas that makes him smile,
Ouch, that tooth has grown a mile.
Now for sure I’ll make a change;
I’ll boil bottles on the range.
I lay him down a nap he takes
There’s much to do before he wakes.
There are clothes to wash, a house to clean,
A meal to make, what does this mean?
It means that I will see it through
And, start each day with thoughts anew
Of how he’ll grow to be a man,
That truly is my solemn plan.
Yes, I love him make no mistake
But the games afoot, our moves we’ll make.
As evening comes, the games are done
Each game we played, the baby won.