Kid running around upstairs
Making me want to pull out my hair

All the racket and the noise
From just one tiny little boy

The parents never make him stop
He just runs and stomps and hops

However, I try to not complain
Although the racket's a total pain

He's just doing what kids do best
Playing hard in his happy nest

I won't complain, I'll let him play
For he will be an adult one day

Then his time for play will be done
So for now, let him frolic and have his fun