I threw the football at the sky
And then the ceiling hit
The three-year-old was pleased with me
And so I didn’t quit
I tossed the ball to him as well
And catch it he did not
To use his hands to grab the throw
Had never crossed his thought
But when it softly bounced off him
Exclaim he did in pain
Despite the fact that he was fine
Twas funny in his brain
He rolled it on the ground as well
He chased it all around
He caught it once or twice as well
He grabbed it from the ground
I won’t say that they’re always great
Sometimes you need a rest
But playing with a little kid
Is just simply the best