Collage #13

Mama thinks I’m cute

Dada thinks she’s right

I’m a happy guy

There’s nothing to cry

I love to run about

To explore the world around

Everything brings new wonders

From walking sticks to waterspouts

I’m never a trouble

Except when things go wobbled

As when I’m held tight

When the urge to run is high

Or when I want more

Of what only mama can provide

But she must take a while

Before I can be satisfied

Oh the games that I play

Could be fierce or mild

I love making dragon roars

And hearing the cats score 

Grandma Bà loves me so

So does Grandpa Ông

They have to fly an airplane

From a faraway land

To watch me in play

And adore me in sleep

An angel I do make

Till I wake again