Sunday, February 5, 2012

falling down some stairs to an oven full of Pasta

When a kid does good
he pockets a star
Mama I've been good Mama I've done well
Mama look at me-
dont you glare
Mama disappear,
vanish before I will.
Thus the kid does bad
he pockets a star
Mama it hit me
mama it did.


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