My mother loved to sing to us, her kids. One of the earliest songs I remember her singing was one she made up herself, apparently when I started to teethe (and bite her). It went like this:
"We don't eat people.
We Don't eat people.
Eating people is bad.
Eating people iiiiissss baaaaaaaaaaad!"
2 comments:
How about this one:
Nobody loves you,
Poor little you.
You're my baby,
and I love you true!
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