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Mommy made a baby
brother,
And she said it's you,
Mommy said that you are special,
I don't think it's true.
Mommy said that
you're my playmate,
And to share my toys,
But the toys I love to play with,
Aren't for little boys.
I am Mommy's
little princess,
You are just a toad,
You're no good at playing dress-up,
With the things she sewed.
But she says I have to
love you,
Guess I'll have to try,
But it seems that when we're playing,
All you do is cry.
Wish I had a little
sister,
That would be the best,
But instead I have a brother,
Who's a little pest.
Maybe someone has a
sister,
I could trade you for,
I just wish that things were back, the
Way they were before.
by Daylin
a.k.a. David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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