The little I hear the more I want to know
The curiosity of a little child goes beyond my imagination
I wonder where do all those questions come from?
What triggers those wondering minds
The space it has and dissects the whole world
Just a little word is enough to trigger the
And anyone dares to shut them cause they just won't
The melody turns siren, and the siren goes straight to my brain.
On and on they go on, non-stop, continuous, infinity and beyond!
Till they finally feast on the thing they are looking for.
Innocent little being, trusting you and me.
Little lumps of clay, rolling and playing everywhere.
Undoubtedly, they are a handful and wonderful
Even the curiosity of a curious little child drives you crazy to the core
But being with them makes you love them more and more.
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