If no one raised babies they’d roam free in the wild.
They might reign supreme on a mountain of poo.
They might sleep wrapped in coupons in old mailboxes.
They’ll sneak up behind you like a ninja or viper.
They’ve never been taught about potty training,
So wherever they go, poop will be raining.
But Feral children have not learned of forgiveness.
There is one thing I’m sure that they’ll do,
They will return when they’re older and then they’ll kill you.