Kids are cool and kids they rule,
The way they squeal , the way they drool.
The way they hop, the way they flop,
Keeping mums busy and never on top.
Kids, cant live withem, and can't live withoutem!
Something special and lovely aboutem.
Their sparkly eyes , where, whats and whys.
Their cheeky smiles and little white lies.
Kids, the buzz in a home, you're never alone.
never have time to chat on the phone.
Thrills and spills that go with the job,
Along with heartache and a head that will throb.
Kids, come with toys and come with noise,
Come with hugs, stains on rugs
They sit not still, and sometimes ill,
Their bellies with candy and soda they fill.
Kids are the boss when it comes down to crunch.
They choose where to go and whats on for lunch.
It's up to them how they'd like to behave,
That you are there to mop and to slave.
What ever a kid does and no matter how they behave,
They are just kids and are really quite brave.
They're new to this world and react how they learn,
depending on mummy, if she's soft or she's firm.
No such thing as a bad child you see.
For we all were once master at the great age of three.