Baby Boy

He lives on a playground Where he can drink grape juice all day if he wants It might be cute But not for a grown up He washes his hands in a water bubbler He made his camp under a slide He likes to hear the kids yell as they slide down It's how he gets his sleep He waves his arms and rants and cranks butts And tells all the kids to never change Just keep it kinda clean If those baby teeth don't grow You could always pout and scream anyway If that puss don't squirt from your gums You could always out the teet you scathe He wakes up in a sandbox, hits the hose and calls his folks He tries to keeping it clean