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The Toddler's Tore

Near the table I was tied,
So that I wouldn’t disturb daddy in his room.

Daddy came out of his room,
Dropped something on the table.

He took his briefcase,
And went right back.

I walked, fell, and crawled, then picked it up,
" 'twas nice to my eyes!"

I took it, looked at it, shared it to my hands both,
Lost stamina, and staggered.

Daddy appeared like a ghost,
Took everything from me yelling.

Or crying or laughing I don't know, be it both,
"Damn, you just did it, oh my!"

Tie me not near a table, again,
Or I might give you a toddler’s tore.