King Tater

By Dustin Dearman

A head-doctor named Piaget,

Saw learning his own way,

He mapped out four stages,

Into certain ages,

A philosophy still used today

A French baby plays Peek-a-Boo,

Asks Mom, Where did you geaux?

When mommy appears,

The child cries, Dear!

I love playing with you.

The toddler ran out of luck,

Thrown in jail for hitting a duck,

Peeks through the bars,

Sees lots of cars,

Calls to daddy, Look, truck.

Tweens have their own way,

Smarter now, most say.

Molding lots of shapes,

But knows for chrissakes,

It’s still the same ball of clay

An adult wore many hats,

Saw the world in abstract,

It’s called formal operations,

Piaget’s final station,

That’s all I’ll say about that

Other thinkers came later

So, give credit and don’t be a hater

We have, Erikson and Skinner

Pavlov and his pup are both winners

But to me, Piaget was King Tater.