Zo at three,
is full of glee
Such bright and chuckly company;
Gazing at her toddlery ways
We mourn already the speeding days
through which she grows and morphs and leaps
through lifes new days and compost heaps,
some days she can obsess with dolls,
some days she gardens in her clogs,
some days she is such sugar and spice,
some days she is just nothing nice,
some days she says she loves her mum,
some days she loves to wiggle her bum
singing loud how great it be
to be a crazy family...
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