My baby grows in leaps and bounds. Sudden silences start my run! My little boy, you must be found! Silver sprouts from out my crown each time I catch the tottering bun. My baby grows by leaps and bounds. His "beloved" rescued from the pound. They trade spit and wags of fun. This little boy is always found within the reach of guarding hound, and days are full of brightest sun. My baby grows with leaps and bounds. In school he opts to be the clown, "kid" friendships now are well begun. These little boys can not be found! Now, silently, I miss the sound of "Mommy!" called out by my son. My baby grew by leaps and bounds. No "little" boy to be found! |