Dear toddler you seem to have some confusion about your earthly estate
So I’ve written this poem for you so you won’t make a mistake
You think you own the air, the grass and the rocks
You think you own my nose, my clothes and my socks
You think you own your sister, and the entire Aldi Store
If I ask you to give anything back you act like it’s a chore
I pick up the phone to text and you scream MINE
I just want to tell you, you own nothing cus you don’t have a dime.