And I'm not even born.
But everybody seems to think:
My Mommy...they must warn!
They tell her that, when I am born,
I'll never let her rest;
That I'll be up and screaming...
And be a constant pest!
But I'm not sure that's really fair,
"I really like to sleep"!
As long as I get food and drink...
Her sleep - I'll let her keep.
So don't be spreading rumors,
About this little man.
'Cause I might let my Mamma sleep...
As often as I can.
Yes, I might be a bad, bad, man
As tough as I can be...
But I'll be good to Mommy
...You just wait and see!
ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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