Little footsteps follow me everywhere I go
They hip and hop and stamp and stomp
They pit and pat and rat ta tat tat
around my way they go.
Little hands are everywhere, everywhere I go
they pat my back, they touch my face,
they clap at my singing, so full of grace.
At times they grab and scratch and hit
But no one is above a fit
When id becomes ego the difference is small
for we're grown up children aren't we all?
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