I may be just a little guy, when I yell or cry
I have them all on their toes.
I have seen this done several times.
Sometimes I think how bad I am
It is nice to match the people,
With the voices I have heard.
Just to know how great they are.
Sometimes I think of the joy I bring.
How they bath and dress me.
I feel I should be sparkling.
I like how they keep feeding me.
Sometimes I feel I am dreaming.
There sure are a lot of new days.
I never know what another one will bring.
All of the hugs and kisses I get each day.
Sometimes I wonder if I am some kind of game.
Well out I go to some place new.
A lot of people say, "How de do."
I think I like this life, it is grand.
I know I want to grown up, be a man one day.
Does she understand what I am saying?
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
and quite honestly wished I had thought of that. If I might suggest though, you should check your spelling as some corrections could bring this piece to a much higher level. ( it really is a good piece and I think with those corrections you could take the gold)
your words and that sweet picture match like heaven to earth...winner for sure
