Oh petit prince how you wriggle,
Waving hands and legs back and forth,
Still yet uncoordinated you are; filled with kinetic energy,
Little man whose smiles light up the room,
Your wide blue eyes soaking in everything…
From hockey game played by the home team,
To water droplets clinging to fall leaves,
You, my sweet boy, wiggle when you eat or battle slumber,
Rest your little head, my Mr. Wrigglesworth.
Sun has set so it’s time for bed.