Poetry Tuesday: A villanelle for Hero

A Missive from the Miami Metro Zoo

Are you sure that babies don't eat curly fries?
We're small and cute and teething is a pain;
Ah, ah. I must swallow these, my sighs.

And yet I tried a clementine - that flies?
I'm telling you that french fries rarely stain.
Are you sure that babies don't eat curly fries?

A baby, such as I, a baby tries
To be the cutest yet - with little gain.
Ah, ah. I must swallow these, my sighs.

A frozen carrot answers not the whys -
The whys, I mean, like why must I refrain;
Are you sure that babies don't eat curly fries?

I know there's milk, but have you seen my size;
Must I not grow? Eating is not in vain!
Ah, ah. I must swallow these, my sighs.

And you, my father, hear you not my cries?
If I may not eat that, shouldn't you explain?
Are you sure that babies don't eat curly fries?
Ah, ah. I must swallow these, my sighs.

(What's a villanelle?)