when you're 2 ...

When you're 2 it doesn't occur to you,
To try and hide when you're having a poo.
In the car, at the Spar, at school, by the pool,
When you're 2 any loo with a view will do.

When you're 2 you don't know how to behave in a queue,
'Big boobs!' 'Chubby man!' you shout for all to hear you.
Pick your nose, stand on toes, run up and down rows,
When you're 2 no queue can contain the very two-ness of you.

When you're 2 everyone wants a piece of you,
They smile and they wink and they coo-coo-katchoo.
You can frown, you can scowl, you can launch a blood-curdling howl,
When you're 2 they'll keep on coming at you,

Unless you happen to be having that poo.