I can get what I want if I stamp my feet, <br />If I make enough noise, I get what I want to eat, <br />Exactly what I want, very colourful, very sweet. <br /> <br />Mother gets so embarrassed when I jump up and down, <br />When the people at the next table raise their eyebrows and frown, <br />So I do my best to be really unpleasant, and behave like a clown. <br /> <br />Where did I learn this behaviour? To be so crude and coarse, <br />To jump up and down to whine like horse, <br />Where did I learn this childish discourse? Why from my children of course!<br /><br />Alan Bruce Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spoilt-child-2/
