I hate to watch them push you,
you hate it when they stare,
but I hate to see you more
dependent on someone else's care.
I love it when you dress
up nice, pretty, and clean,
but the joy of others watching
is not a joy you glean.
You hate the shoes and clothes,
and most especially the rules,
but we cook the best up for you,
when to you, it tastes like gruel.