The baby peed on my hand.
I really can't understand
why she has to let it go
as soon as Mama tells her, "No..."
I've got the clean one just right here.
Can't you wait Miss Phoebe, dear?
I know the cold air hits just right
and makes it hard to hold on tight.
I thought those special little joys
could only come from little boys.
But Mama's learned to move real fast
'til Phoebe's covered up at last.
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