Means having absolutely no time to feel glum,
There's lots to do,
And wrap up without further ado,
It's double the love,
Bursting out of this burgeoning glove,
"I'll love you as long as I'm a baby,"
"Once I'm grown up, I'll love you maybe,"
The intensity of love and hate,
Are handed to me in equal amounts on a scathing plate,
Sometimes I'm the meanest,
At other times, I'm the nicest,
There's simply no in-between,
For my not so little bean,
Wild as a rabbit,
Creating a mess is his habit,
Houses are destroyed, bones are broken,
My various moods are awoken,
Ranging from a calm buddha to a frenzied dragon,
All in a day's work for mumma and baby dragon.
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