Felix, steals the cake with his little podgy hands.
Then claims the dummy from the baby’s mouth in her pram,
He knows everything that is, is his.
He moves fast, albeit a little unsteadily
Embracing his old friend danger, with whom he is frighteningly friendly.
Felix is relaxed when his foot flops into the full yogurt pot
Whilst sinking into soft sandwiches on his bot.
Music pulls Felix to his feet
He twists and turns with each exciting beat.
Felix runs and throws with pure delight,
Every day he sets alight.