I was about to clean the window. ('About time!' did I hear you say?) *
But then I saw the finger-prints I was about to wash away!
They are little Max's and he is only two.
Washing-away his little prints seems an awful thing to do!
One day he will be three, then four and in no time twenty-five
And I wont even know him then for I wont be alive!
I'll save those little finger-prints for a day or two or three;
It's a good excuse for downing tools and having a cup of tea!
*I assure you the window isn't THAT dirty! It's the magnification that does it!
He was even younger here: