Like Rocky in a training montage,
You work out hard and make yourself large,
Your face fills out and your body gets longer,
Gain control of your arms and your neck gets stronger.
Like a Pokemon evolving you’re going up a level,
Today you grabbed my hair you clever little devil,
Big grin as my face looms into view,
No surprise I don’t think as you get clever too.
Like the Power Rangers when their machines come together,
Bit’s fall into place, every day your getting better,
At smiling and squirming and your scream is getting louder,
You make me happy little man like a good corn chowder.
