Dada, Dada

Dada, dada, from my baby boy makes me tingle inside.
The depths of his love for dada are impossible to hide.
Dada, dada, he shrieks with unmistakable joy.
How can I not give him another harmonica rib nosh?
My sweet, perfect boy.

 

By,

Michael Kornbluth

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