What do you do when he paints himself blue?
His head is shaven bald and he likes it too!
When he is rescued from a fallen trunk,
Or dangling behind the upper bunk!
Scaling grandfather clocks he does so well,
And escaping out windows with no farewell!
Soothing a lump on his head that he whacked,
Earned bravely from his best high flying curtain rod act!
Spiders have no home here,
Pop! into his mouth without a fear!
Chewing gum fresh picked from under the booth,
Although finishing a meal he is no sleuth!
What do you do with a Jacob?
You love him; it's the best part of the job!

 
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