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2006-11-09 11:47 AM Brother? I have no brother. Woke up this mornin',
No brother in the next crib. Yeah I woke up way too early this mornin', No brother in the next crib. And Daddy said "Let's walk to Starbucks," And that's exactly what we did. (No stroller, you understand, 'cause it was just me and Daddy. Just a-walkin' and a-stompin'. Wet leaves, rain puddles.) Oh I ate myself a cookie, Then I ate myself another. Yeah, I ate myself two cookies. Didn't share them with no brother. I could get used to this kind of life, Though pretty soon I'll miss my mother. (And little whatsisname, too. Even though he steals my toys.) Oh I saw my favorite letters All up and down the street. Yeah I yelled them out to Daddy, G and W and V. D and I are okay too, But they can't compare to W. Oh W W W W W W W W, Yeah W W W W W W W . Oh W W W W W W W, Yeah W W W. I said W W W W W W W, That's right I said W. (Turn it upside-down it's emmmmmmmmmm. W. M. W. M. W. M. W. M. W. Train!) Oh we went and saw the trains, Daddy waved and I did too. Yeah I love me some trains, I love it when we yell WOO WOO! Till Tuesday it's just me and Daddy, And this is what we're gonna do, (Da-DOO-da da-DOO-da da-DOO-da da-DOMP! Ba-Daaaaaaaaaaa!) (I'm thinkin' Sears photos.) (Bomp!) (W!) Read/Post Comments (13) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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