Footprints on the toilet seat,
Make me happy, make things sweet.
Seeing them means lots of things,
Mostly that I want to sing.
He is going every day,
Without accidents we can say.
Seeing him is such a sight,
Perched up on the seat just right.
In his own way and nothing more,
Potty training is no longer a chore.
Way to go!
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