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Feeding the ducks; eating drippy ice creams;

Climbing on rocks and paddling in streams;

    Riding on roundabouts; shooting down slides;

    Teasing poor granny with things that I hide.


Burying Mum’s feet in a mountain of sand;

Digging out shells with my little boy’s hand.

    Pouring buckets of sea water all over Dad.

    The life of a small boy is really not bad!


Picking up conkers; collecting bright leaves.

Learning what happens upon Christmas Eve.

    Opening presents; enjoying bright lights.

    Embracing the world with all its delights.


Jumping on Daddy and screaming with joy;

Tantrums and temper – I’m just a small boy!

    Cautiously trying the foods that are new

    And meeting the animals on my day at the zoo.


Making new friends and sharing our toys;

Kicking a ball with other small boys.

    Going to nursery school; learning new things;

    Experiencing birthdays and all that they bring.


Cuddles and grins for my Gran and Granddad;

Showing the world that I’m not really bad.

    Building a snowman and sliding on ice!

    Oh - being a small boy is really quite nice.


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