for ted

Here he comes, the impish child Talks in touch, a touch too wild And untamed, tap tap tap ingrained Into his bouncy brain Here he gallops, the foals hooves fall Tap tap tap goes his small Hands, indifferent commands His Hair the colour of sand. Here he comes, with a grimaced smile Happily hunting his worthwhile In ways, only known to him Rap rap rap please let me in Here he comes, the silent child. Tip tip toe from 0 to 60 miles Per hour, in silence there is power Fruits he does devour Here here his, the biter of chains Tap tap tap goes his bouncy brain Talks in touch a touch too wild And untamed, milk on the mind Mischief on his brain For teddy from uncle wayne.