Don't let them climb branches,
they'll hurt the tree;
but learning and growing is all I can see.
Don't let them dig, they'll ruin the yard;
but holes can be filled, that isn't so hard.
"Don't jump in the mud!" I hear you exclaim;
but the learning that happens is more than a game.
Don't pull on the flowers all perfect in rows!
But flowers; like children,
are not meant for just show.
"Don't yank it all out!" you holler so crass.
But I'll tell you once more...
I'm growing children, not grass.
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