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Once often seen but most often rarely heard,

Having trouble getting in a single word.

These little humans still hunger and thirst,

As they worry until they are fit to burst.

Sometimes herded like sheep into a pen,

Yet they're different as flowers in a glen.

Arrangements are made to give care en bloc,

Surprise when this fails may give some a shock.

Observers wonder if parents can really know,

That seeds of distrust often they do sow;

Into young minds who see no promises kept,

Showing their sorrow on faces that wept.

Yet never will adults allow children free range,

Treating their problems as so much small change.