Our two year old is difficult to tame,
We've moved her a bit early from her cot,
So now she thinks that it's a funny game,
To try and run around when she should not.
We cannot reason with her it's no use,
And when I'm strict she doesn't seem to care,
So I write by her bed taking abuse,
Just waiting for her silence in despair.
She'll drop off when she's good and ready though,
And sing her self to sleep while kicking me,
Infuriating like nothing I know,
But all the time as cute as cute can be.
The devil's here all dressed up like a child,
Who should be fast asleep but's running wild.