I am mischief wearing a smile....
I am a tornado with two little feet,
I am noisy and loud, rowdy and proud,
but momma says I'm precious and sweet!
I am the reason that momma's so tired
and has bite marks up and down both her arms...
I spit out most my food, get into angry moods,
I stomp and I scream, and I throw many things
but momma just hugs me and sings.
She sings to me songs of I love you's,
She tells me to try to be good,
I wiggle and squirm, and don't do what I should,
but momma still loves me anyway!