Your padded bum goes bump.
Your sister runs by screaming.
You give a little jump.
You push yourself back up again
And try to move your foot.
You fall once more. You hate this game.
You're finished. Done. Caput.
But mommy puts her hands 'round you.
You snuggle to her face.
And then she sets you on your feet
And leaves you in your place.
"Come on," she coos and backs away.
You see her cheerful grin.
You want to try just one more time.
You know that you can win.
At last you take a little step.
Your legs are holding strong.
You try again, the other foot,
You can do no wrong.
Then off you fly to mommy's arms
They reach out for your hand.
And you go racing to her hug.
You've made it. You still stand.
You won. You walked. You're mighty now.
You're mommy's little star.
And now that you're a walking kid,
You are going far.
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