The Baby
i hate the baby,
I love the baby,
I am the baby,
Wahare is the baby,
(where)
I mover in the gabig,
(I moved her in the garbage)
eating on a wish bone
so i can make,
a wish
sile baby you,
(Smile baby you)
have to eat mush,
time to eat chunch,
(crunch)
yeks!
hving a baby
is harder than
i thout
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