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The Baby

I have a little baby who drives me up the wall The baby will not listen to any thing at all It runs around like crazy and messes up the house I wonder where it is when it is quiet as a mouse The baby's into everything and is a constant pest it never seems to know that there is danger in it's quest The baby makes me worried that it may hurt itself By getting into unsafe things I've put up on a shelf The baby got me angry when it broke a lovely dish and made me mad when I saw that it killed all of my fish but even at it's worst I don't wish to cause it pain I want to keep it safe and sound which helps to keep me sane I think I'll have to teach it that it has to toe the line before the little devil drives me right out of my mind I know I have an answer now to keeping baby safe I'm not sure that it's legal but I must make it behave I know where baby is now at any time of day I also know that it is safe and where it has to play It isn*t in the bedroom, in the kitchen or the hall I have it in the living room taped up against the wall

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Date: 12/13/2010 6:08:00 PM
funny.... it is a joke right?? LOL
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