Morning Song
I LOVE little children
From the day they arrive.
If it weren’t immoral
I’d eat them alive!
From the day they arrive.
If it weren’t immoral
I’d eat them alive!
My mood is so good
I cannot sit st ill.
I believe it’s the weather
Or what you will.
I cannot sit st ill.
I believe it’s the weather
Or what you will.
I shall tic my children
To a piece of string
And take them out flying
In the summer rain.
To a piece of string
And take them out flying
In the summer rain.
Tonight I shall weep
For so the world goes
And what women are made of
Nobody knows!
For so the world goes
And what women are made of
Nobody knows!