Caillou...Caillou....Caillou.....

I am mischief wearing a smile....

I am a tornado with two little feet,

I am noisy and loud, rowdy and proud,

but momma says I'm precious and sweet!

I am the reason that momma's so tired

and has bite marks up and down both her arms...

I spit out most my food,  get into angry moods,

I stomp and I scream, and I throw many things

but momma just hugs me and sings.

She sings to me songs of I love you's, 

She tells me to try to be good,

 I wiggle and squirm, and don't do what I should,

but momma still loves me anyway!