Mother of Two

One baby’s sleeping By mother’s lullaby His nose she’s clearing Then she’ll wash the baby in a bay. The baby has to wake up And a helicopter’s flying by The mother’s belly starts to move, But she doesn’t know why, And milk is pouring from the top, And another love she has to prove. The second unburned child, Is the proof that love exists And the baby’s very clean and wild, Like a musician, he has fists. Though the father us has left, I don’t give a thing about the rest, And the baby will always be mine For I’m the mother and I’m fine!