When I see a little child,
From wild I change to mild;
But when I see a 7’+ human,
I fear if I will go insane.

I get panicky and scarred;
I feel like going away far;
I turn my head to hear sound
If there is a child around.

A little child, a small poem;
I do love to play with them;
I do love such poems be read
As I lift child over my head.

I can’t hold 7’+ in my hand;
I can’t leave child from hand.