The little one struggled and then stood up,
his cot was soiled with his own waste,
he just didn’t know this time this place,
how could he was just a baby.
He remembered a man once with brush and easel,
another life perhaps, he didn’t understand, why would he?
He was just a baby a little one shaking his cot,
but he does remember a kind lady with a smiley face.
It was dark in this place it’s not nice here he thought,
and where was the lady with the smiley face,
that other lady she hasn’t got a smiley face,
I wish that she would pick me up;
I really don’t like it here and I am very hungry, I don’t think this lady likes me,
I do try to be a good boy and play with Teddy,
but my Teddy’s not hungry like me.
I don’t like it when she shakes me about,
and then when I cry she screams and she shouts,
I wish I could see that lady with the smiley face,
but that was another time in another place.
I don’t like this dark place I think I’ll sleep, I don’t feel so hungry when I sleep,
Teddy says it would be better not to wake,
and then maybe I will see that lady with the smiley face,
I know that she will pick me up when I cry!
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