Inca un ba
Ba la fra
Fa basha di da.
Osh ka e fra.

These sounds surround towns.
In little cribs wearing bibs,
Drinking cups with lids.
Loud at night, quite during light.

Isha on boo.
Ba di di
Fro la di sho.
Shro fra be see.

Waken up, with a sippy cup.
In the morning, beauty’s soaring.
But a quick shower and clothes, defeats morning foes.
Now leaving for the babysitter, and the coffee taste bitter.

Frak la bish ble
Bloo flesh ish ba e.
Iskash bluesh fwee.
Assh frosh glee.

Dropping your kid off with Sid.
Off to work, and close to berserk.
Following instruction, and near destruction.
Now off to your home, your holly dome.

La daddy see.
Cra lish be.
Mommy cok he
To bla tea.

Happy laying, at night praying.
“If I don’t wake, take care of Jake.”
Contingence in bed, with another head.
Love will hold, as kisses start to unfold.

 
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