That you will understand?
You look at me and speak in grunts and 'baa's,
Just like a man.
And when I hold you, you seem most content,
That's when there's no need to say anything at all,
Yet there you go with some 'maa's and a long, low tone,
As if you were ten feet tall.
And then the silence, and the knowing smile,
Just before you show me something new you've learned,
As simple as sitting up by yourself.
I'm delighted by each new turn.
And it's alright,
That we will understand each other soon,
Really, we'll just be changing the language we use,
And not the tune.
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