Baby Talk
These grown ups drive me crazy.
Da-da. Their silly talk is all so hazy.
Look at her, what does she gain?
Da-da she repeats over and over again.
I start to wail, I'm thirsty so I must.
She cries goo-goo and in my mouth a trust,
Ugh, something bitter then some milk
Now that's at least tastes a bit like silk.
She made me jump and puts me on her knee
Do you wonder now that I had to pee?
The pest came to visit, as usual full of glee
He tickles my tummy and mimics wee-wee.
Now if I were to pee on his ugly pink shirt,
Wouldn't he realize that he's all rude and dirt?
A tall man came in and cries goo-goo, goo-goo.
Oh well I'm now likened to a little cuckoo.
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