J.W. Frogg

Rookie - 22 Points (The Mitten)

Play In The Road With Matches (A Baby's Lullaby) - Poem by J.W. Frogg

We'll play in the road with matches...
We'll drink the Drano down...
We'll run with scissors in our hand and...
hide in the fridge where we can't be found.
When Daddy tells us not to...
We'll say “you're a crazy old man”...
When Mommy tells us not to...
We'll say “but Daddy said I can”.
We'll play in the road with matches...

Topic(s) of this poem: baby, songs


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I sang this to my daughter often.... before should could understand the words of course. My wife wasn't fond of this one.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 19, 2015


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