Child's playful poem about self

Round head, big ears.

Clumsy hands and feet, I can't run like a spinning top.

With such a little mind, I always make mistakes.

I want to do good deeds, but I always cause trouble.

Dad says I'm a clever little rascal.

Mom wants to give me a good beating, calls me a naughty kid.

I'm Mom and Dad's beloved child.

This world's joy couldn't do without me.

My little belly is round and plump.

It's filled with Golden Elf cakes.