no. 2      
         
         
         
  baby's playing at bein' bad,
making funny faces with words,
playing with his spoon
like he's thinkin'
of stickin it
in my bowl of oatmeal;
but he's
ill at ease
and rightly so.
give me a spoon
i'll take the whole arm,
chase that chicken
around a bit
before grabbin' him by the beak.
shake
and bake
 
   
     
     
         
         
     

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