I was a tiny tot,
and spoiled I will admit,
my sweet tooth's lack of patience
sometimes made me pitch a fit.
When Mama baked those goodies
that I loved so very much,
I did not want to wait until
they cooled enough to touch.
So I would throw a tantrum
and Mom would always say,
"Just blow upon it, honey,
and the hot will go away."
Now when my hubby fumes,
I am nobody's fool
'cause I can remember
how blowing makes things cool.
So when he's hot with anger
and starts to show his wrath,
I just blow upon him
and then he starts to laugh.
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