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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