I know of someone
Who likes a massage
Every tickly place I can find.
From temples to toes
No place is sacred.
He seems to go out of his mind.
He burbles away,
Can't stop the noises
Emerging from his tender throat.
It does my heart good
To know he enjoys
By singing the world's sweetest note.
He is quite a babe.
I really mean that.
There's not much that I wouldn't do
To make sure he's pleased
Continually.
My baby's age, in weeks, is two!
Kitchie kitchie koo