A baby boy, new-born baby boy with bated breath
The Cry baby who cry to suck his mother breast
The Baby boy mug mouth sock his mater moder milk
Milk lulled him to sleep, like a long live lion when bilk
Sudden sound he sense, stand his hands and legs awaken
Cry, cry, cry, cry into the sunshine, during midnight are akin
You ticklish? Tickle, tick tick make him laugh but cry, cry, cry
Be tickled pink or tickle baby fancy, the baby boy may cry
Just give him the milk to sock and lull into deep, deep sleep
The baby boy deep into sleep dream about his milk let it slip
He wake big bigger biggest begins to concede when tickle
He start sees the sign of moder if she response the tickled
Like big, baby boy begins to taught, remember? don't scream
This mater moder is extremely vital like water in the stream!
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