An inexplicably mobilized horde of babies marches—or rather, crawls, pedals and toddles—to Town Hall, with an articulate message that pulls no punches: "We won't get our hair cut. / We won't wear our suncaps. / We won't play with smart toys / to skip us a grade. / We won't like the doctor. / We won't take our naps. / We're a barefooted bad-tempered baby brigade!"
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