I herd ya had a baby
Thet come wif dirty britches.
Thought I'de say fine luck
And send ya my bess wishes.
Iff'n ya see thet baby smile
Dont thank thet its at you.
Best ta clear tha runway
Thars other reasons to.
Git yursef a washboard
Yer gonna do some scrubbin'.
It takes a lot a dirty work
To show um thet ya love um.
Thar unique lil babies
thet are different evah day.
They dont come wif paperwork
Ya gotta feel yur way.
Doz babies know some thangs
Thet thay sur aint tellin'.
Snuggle up ta sleep at night
Thay sho'nuff go to squalin'.
Be sur to show ya love um
Thay gotta know ya care.
Cause iff'n thay dont feel it
You'll be pullin' out yer hair.
Take time to bounce thet baby
Upon yer playful knee.
Cause all tha time ya give um
Comes back one day you'll see.
Jess count doz tiny fangers
And play with them thar toes.
Thar's nothin thets more precious
Than a baby thet is yo's
Copyright by Eileen Breedlove
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