You're making a mess with a mischevious grin
While you throw your food all over the floor.
As I clean you up day in and day out
I wonder what future messes lie in store
Your face and your clothes have a brand new design
The blinds and the cupboards are covered in grime
But kid, how can I truly ever mind?
When through all the muck is your smile benign?
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