I ate the hair from sissie's head,
I ate the foot off brother's leg,
I chewed upon her purple dress,
Left brother's shirt a sticky mess.
I cannot help it if I find
hair to be deliciously sublime.
So what if I deem brother's feet
quite a delectable treat?
But Mommy's cry rings loud (if untrue)
"Brother is friend, not food!"
Babies, babies everywhere,
I hear them in my sleep.
Babies, babies everywhere,
But not a one to eat!
About Me
- MLS
- Hi! I'm MLS and this is my blog. Grown-ups get to do everything cool while expecting us babies to lay around and drool. Babies unite! Join me in a revolution in which babies are heard! We have much to say if anyone bothered to listen. This is my way of getting my thoughts out there and maybe, just maybe, giving insight into the secret thoughts of babies everywhere!
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