Toddler

There's a gorgeous sense of doing as she strides from place to place
With her mouth set firm-of-purpose for a determined kind of face
And her arms bent, elbows pumping, and her feet stomped soundly down
She's going to see the grocer at the other end of town

She's in a terrible hurry, she's much too late to wait
She has a bag upon her arm and if you'd just unlock the gate
But it's too late now, you silly, she's got to go upstairs
And find the perfect kind of string for tidying up the chairs.

Don't interrupt, don't mess about, she mustn't be distracted
She has to get this sorted out; it's about time someone acted!
The rug must be paced end to end and the laundry placed just so
And she's going to do it properly but she must - she must just go!