My mom says I'm her sugarplum.
My mom says I'm her lamb.
My mom says I'm completely perfect
Just the way I am.
My mom says I'm a super-special wonderful terrific little guy.
My mom just had another baby.
Why?
Judith Viorst
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-things-don-t-make-any-sense-at-all/
