A Baby's Song
Let me tell you a storyOf childrens dreams
Of cherry volcanoes
And hills made of cream
Where a baby rules
Wlth a heart so bold
There're no grownups to say NO!
No one one to scold
The children all ride on licorice bikes
Down paths of hard candy
You've never seen the likes
And when thier hard day is done
They bathe in honey
And sleep on a cinnamin bun
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