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The baby has been quite upset,
She's cried all morning long;
She simply won't cooperate,
I wonder what is wrong?

Why there's a note inside her crib:
dear dada, starts the letter,
i will no longer works for you
and wear a cutesy sweater.

i will not smile for all your friends
and shakes a rattle round,
nor giggle win you pluck my nose
or make a gaga sound.

i will not squeeze and pull your thumb,
or moo when you say cow;
i will no longer works for you
unless you change me now.

--William Shakespeery




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