He can’t be more than three years old,
This little ball of fire;
He’s got his nose in everything
And never seems to tire.
He runs around the restaurant;
He stops at every booth.
He smiles real big so everyone
Can see he lost a tooth.
He tilts his head and shouts “Hello!”
Then yells a little louder,
“HELLO!” in case you didn’t hear
Before you spilled your chowder.
Perhaps his parents just don’t care;
Perhaps they urged him on.
But diners here will all rejoice
When Hello Kiddie’s gone.