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My little one never sleeps

My grown-up always keeps an eye on him

My little one already has fists

My grown-up knows he will give the steam

My little one never accuses

My grown-up is always pleased with him

My little one never looses

My grown-up has soared some beans

My little one never states

My grown-up hasn’t taught him yet

My little one doesn’t know disgrace

My grown-up won’t let him I bet