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That King He's a wild little critter, He tries so hard And he isn't a quitter, Show him a new trick And he'll try a hundred times, Failure is not a concept To a toddler in his prime. That King He's a good kid, He always looks so innocent When you ask him what he did, When pots and pans are on the floor Along with Kitty and Bunny, He never looks guilty Which always makes it funny. That King he's a lovable punk If there's one thing he hates it's a bathtub dunk , I think I know the cause but I'm not allowed to say it So I will whisper it to you but please don't relay it. His parental unit They don't know Jack, Regarding caring for new children They are totally out of whack, Co-sleeping with their kid Feeding formula for a year, And now they've moved on to junk food We shake our heads and think, oh dear. The parents shower once a day And bathe the child once a week, He isn't trained on high chair or food utensils She feeds him by hand as if to a bird beak, She denies her child Pepsi to drink But offers him chicken Mcnuggets and fries, He has little interest in normal food Ya, that's no surprise. Their idea of play Means placing him in front of a toy, Then his parents zone out on their phones Ignoring their beautiful boy, They rarely talk to him Unless it is a reprimand, These are three-degree parents So I do not understand. Now: Momo and Popo Are raising him each day, On average that means 10 hours Of education and play, I won't allow that "Miss Rachel" To be his predominant teacher, I can't trust that million dollar YouTube baby preacher. King might grow up and say My grandpa talked all the time, Because Grandpa grew up listening to adults speak to each other Not distracted by Amazon prime, And also, Grandpa knows words That are 150 years old, Famous writers from the late 1800’s Were the stories that his parents told. That King He is pint sized royalty, Momo and Popo swear Absolute loyalty, To nurture him daily And treat him with respect, His parents are still in training And it is our duty to protect.
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC
That King
That King He's a wild little critter, He tries so hard And he isn't a quitter, Show him a new trick And he'll try a hundred times, Failure is not a concept To a toddler in his prime. That King He's a good kid, He always looks so innocent When you ask him what he did, When pots and pans are on the floor Along with Kitty and Bunny, He never looks guilty Which always makes it funny. That King he's a lovable punk If there's one thing he hates it's a bathtub dunk , I think I know the cause but I'm not allowed to say it So I will whisper it to you but please don't relay it. His parental unit They don't know Jack, Regarding caring for new children They are totally out of whack, Co-sleeping with their kid Feeding formula for a year, And now they've moved on to junk food We shake our heads and think, oh dear. The parents shower once a day And bathe the child once a week, He isn't trained on high chair or food utensils She feeds him by hand as if to a bird beak, She denies her child Pepsi to drink But offers him chicken Mcnuggets and fries, He has little interest in normal food Ya, that's no surprise. Their idea of play Means placing him in front of a toy, Then his parents zone out on their phones Ignoring their beautiful boy, They rarely talk to him Unless it is a reprimand, These are three-degree parents So I do not understand. Now: Momo and Popo Are raising him each day, On average that means 10 hours Of education and play, I won't allow that "Miss Rachel" To be his predominant teacher, I can't trust that million dollar YouTube baby preacher. King might grow up and say My grandpa talked all the time, Because Grandpa grew up listening to adults speak to each other Not distracted by Amazon prime, And also, Grandpa knows words That are 150 years old, Famous writers from the late 1800’s Were the stories that his parents told. That King He is pint sized royalty, Momo and Popo swear Absolute loyalty, To nurture him daily And treat him with respect, His parents are still in training And it is our duty to protect.
That King is 18 months old
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Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC
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