windrag : poetry : journal

mama loves you, baby
and dadú loves you too
mama loves you, baby
and dadú loves you too
we have different ways of livin’
but we share our love for you

mama gives you hot dogs,
dadú feeds you beans and rice
mama gives you hot dogs,
dadú feeds you beans and rice
dadú’s often grumpy,
and mama is oh so nice

when you’re in a pickle
try to heed the words i say
when you’re in a pickle
try to heed the words i say
don’t worry ’bout tomorrow
and forget about yesterday

take your bow and arrow
and aim it at the moon
take your bow and arrow
and aim it at the moon
whatever hurt you’re feelin’
will feel much diff’rent soon