This is a poem about a child’s curiosity.

When I was just two,

I found a bottle.

So I asked my mom,

What can it do?

It’s for your milk.

I like milk too!

Where does milk come from?

I asked of her then.

It came from a cow.

And so I asked when?

I got it this morning,

At the food store.

And so I asked, 

Do they have more?

Mom said, Wait.

And you will see,

We will get some more milk at three.

Now I am happy.

I sat in mom’s lap,

I drank my milk,

And I took a nap.

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