In every little child
And boy and girl
There's two hundred grams of explosives
Or even half a kilogram!

He must run and jump
Grab everything, kick his legs
Otherwise, he'll explode, bang-bang !
And he's gone!

Every new baby
Leaves its crib
And gets lost everywhere
And is found everywhere!

He's always running somewhere
He'll be terribly upset,
If anything in the world
Suddenly happens without him!