From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   A day in the life of Lilian   
   Is by most standards good:   
   She stands in her cot quite meekly   
   Until it is time for food -   
      
   With finger in side of her mouth   
   She yodels, "wa wa wa wa wa"   
   And then banging on her playpen,   
   "Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma"   
      
   And as I begin conversation   
   With her, "La la la la la,"   
   She looks at me intently   
   And screams, "BWA BWA BWA BWA BWA" -   
      
   How dare you not give me food now?   
   I am the queen of the house   
   And if you do not put this muesli   
   Right now in my mouth   
      
   I will raise such a howl   
   That you will take to your grave   
   So give it to me, right now,   
   Give it to me, you slave!   
      
   She happily laughs while I kiss her,   
   Then joyfully smacks my face -   
   What are you doing, mister?   
   Must I use my can of mace?   
      
   And then she is laughing at me   
   Her diaper and pants, on the rug -   
   Dad, why are you unhappy?   
   It's me, come give me a hug!   
      
   With a mouth full of fingers -   
   Other hand clutching a doll -   
   She is the charming princess   
   Of our little world -   
      
   The children all love this creature   
   With her big radiant eyes   
   With soft, delightful features   
   And open, teething smiles -   
      
   They cuddle and hold and kiss her   
   This teddy bear come alive   
   And people cannot resist her -   
   So how can I and my wife?   
      
   We feed her, clothe her, change her,   
   Kiss her, hug her, give her toys   
   Keep her from harm and danger -   
   And then in the sweetest voice   
      
   She speaks the word "Dada"   
   To a girl who tells her hello   
   And people are laughing out loud:   
   That's not your dad, don't you know?   
      
   I hold her in front of mirror   
   She laughs back at what she sees:   
   The face that reflects back at her   
   Lit up by infectious bliss.   
      
   She loves being bathed in water   
   And drinks milk from mother's breast   
   And yet she is daddy's daughter   
   And loathes to get dressed -   
      
   And then she is all her own:   
   The queen of all time and space -   
   And only eleven months old -   
   Why, if at such a pace   
      
   Exceeding great people and royals   
   One day she will be divine   
   And make even better worlds   
   For people to reside in!   
      
   More feeding, cuddling, adoring   
   And then her eyes have grown shut   
   Until the following morning -   
   The queen is asleep. All be quiet.   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)