Childhood and the Cruelty of Life

Poopy pants, dirty hands
Wandering in the beach sands.
An uncanny gait,
To support your weight.
Your mind dwells in wonderlands.

Your voice is sweet, your hair is neat.
So cute are your little feet.
Your eyes are blue
And lovely too.
So don't wander in a crowded street.

I wish you're like this always,
As bright as the sun's rays,
But life is hard,
Says this young bard.
It has to show you all ways.