The baby grew. He grew and he grew

and he grew. He grew until he

was two years old, and he ran all around

the house. He pulled all the books

off the shelves. He pulled all the food

out of the refrigerator and he took his

mother's watch and flushed it down the

toilet. Sometimes his mother would say,

"This kid is driving me CRAZY!"

But at night time, when that two-year-

old was quiet, she opened the door

to his room, crawled across the floor,

looked up over the side of his bed;

and if he was really asleep she picked

him up and rocked him back and forth,

back and forth, back and forth.

While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,

I'll like you for always,

As long as I'm living

my baby you'll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew

and he grew. He grew until he was nine

years old. And he never wanted to come

in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath,

and when grandma visited he always

said bad words. Sometimes his mother

wanted to sell him to the zoo!

But at night time, when he was

asleep, the mother quietly opened the

door to his room, crawled across

the floor and looked up over the side of

the bed. If he was really asleep,

she picked up that nine-year-old boy

and rocked him back and forth,

back and forth, back and forth.

And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,

I'll like you for always,

As long as I'm living

my baby you'll be.