I took my child
By the arms
It gathered information
Wolves, dreadful dogs
Took bites of my poor baby
Maybe I can traverse
The other mountain
And get us out of here
I got three subtle choices
And I'm not going back
Wading my child
In the bay
It's learning about water
Drying child off
With a towel
It's learning about dryness
It learns coolness
From the wind that blows
Nudeness, from a lack of clothes
And soon it will be ready
To learn so many words
And soon it will be able to fly
With the birds
Maybe I can traverse
The other mountain
And get us out of here