Mamma's Don'T Let Your Baby
Mamma's don't let your baby
Mamma's don't let your baby
grow up to be a poet.
With their broken heart out on their sleeve
writing words to make sure that you know it.
It starts with a love poem or the first brokenhearted.
Keep them close to you and don't let it get started.
Don't look away don't turn your back on them.
Or the poet gods come and shine down upon them.
Next thing you know they're jotting things down.
Then running it by you to see how it sounds.
With all good intentions they'll write of the skies
til teardrops like rivers will fall from your eyes.
Let em be cowboys or plumbers and such.
Poets are different and they feel too much
No mammas don't let your baby
grow up to be a poet.
With their broken heart out on their sleeve
writing words to make sure that you know it.
Edwin C Hofert
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