Filthy hands and nose dripping with snotters

Stones in his mouth he is happy to chew

As his nappy fills up with piddle and poo

Plays with the cat then pulling it's tail

After it scratches he then starts to wail

Give him a biscuit he'll start to calm down

Then in no time at all he's running around

He's picking the flowers and eating the grass

Swings on the washing as he runs past

He makes such a noise that could waken the dead

But quietens down before going to bed

Laid in his cot he drifts off to sleep

So silent so calm, not a sound, not a peep.