He's a boy in my house - and Ben 10 shoes.
Papers everywhere with various Ben 10.
He's a Lightning Mc Queen (he's a racer) and Thomas the Train,
He's a superman and Batman to save people.
He has cars on his shirts and Ben 10 again on his hat.
He has a glove and a ball and set of golf.
He has a dirt on a face and a smudge on a nose;
Grass stains on knees and sand between toes.
He has a bathtime at night with body to scrub,
He smiles and laughts and sometimes grumps.
His odors most icky and more yucky things than I'll ever get clean.
Cars and trains and books about trucks
Books everywhere,down with all his name.
Big Chill, Brainstorm, Echo Echo, Four Arms, Humungousaur
Sometimes he is a bug, and sometimes a frog,
Sometimes he is a lion, or dino, or cat.
He's running and climbing and jumping and falling
And laughing and crying and hugging and brawling
And rolling and losing and finding and creeping
And whining and stealing and sometimes sleeping.
There's love in my house shaped like a little boy.
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