Terrible Three’s

Children who slap and who spit and who bite

Are the same ones who play and who laugh and fly kites

A fellow so giggly might lift up his mate

While secretly planning his down-turning fate

The good boy at home with his mother and dad

Throws smirks and red legos at ‘nother young lad

Her aunt says she’s perfect in every which way

But teacher begs different and says she can’t stay

Hands on the hips and stomps o’ a plenty

Thinking they’ve grown to an age such as twenty

Then nighttime falls dark and a nightmare is wild

Where did that arrogance go, my dear child

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