Doctor Grandma

When you are 3,
Language doesn’t matter,
Our mommies wait in line
but we can play,
Como te llamas? 
What? What’s your name,
Hold my hand,
Now let’s jump!
Mama’s number is called,
Wave goodbye,
Now alone she says,
“Mommy, I lost my best friend.”

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