Everything is new

And I want to know it all.

If I move my leg and take a step,

I sometimes find I fall.

But that will never stop me.

I always try again.

I want to move, to see the world

Beyond my gated pen.

This thing is hard. This thing is soft.

And this thing tastes real good.

There are lots more things beyond my reach.

I’d touch them if I could.

Mommy’s always saying

All the things that I might be.

I can’t wait to get passed this gate

So I can go and see.