Mama Tells It Like It Is
Maria Josephine is our seventeenth nanny
They cannot take it
They can’t!
Junior has colic
He cries and he rants
He is a horrid little creature
Except when he is asleep
But that is fitful
His sleep is never lengthy or deep
She will leave us too,
They rarely stay later than a day
In the mean time I will get a bit of rest
For I am the mama who dares not run away.
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