Back and forth,
Left and right.
I step forth,
And enter the fight.
The fight of life,
Yet not even armed with a knife.
I step in unwillingly,
And quite unhappily.
My cries were heard,
Loud and clear.
Strocking his beard,
And made the face of a bear.
I laughed and squeled,
And wiggled around.
I wanted my meal,
And turned around.
My eyes landed on my mother,
Who had eyes filled with love and care.
I was taken into the arms of my father,
To my mothers side with care.
My hunger forgotten,
I fell asleep.
