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By my friend  Kurt Lash, who once let me sing back-up…
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On a night so dark and dreary
I found myself with eyes so bleary
staring at the TV blankly
while the baby diapered stankily
opened crackered mouth and said to me

Quoth the baby, “Motherdear”

Startled from my dreamy revelries
Gaping at such infant devilry
Having hoped, but now knew sadly
baby’s first would not be “Daddy”
drooling mouth again spoke clear:

Quoth the baby, “Motherdear”

Demon boy! What of the sweat of father’s?
Who, although some say he rarely bothers
to change dark diapers, yet plays the baby videos
and often makes a bath time cameo
and always, somewhere, to his child is near?

Quoth the baby, “Motherdear”

All right then! If it must be so,
I’ll change thee then, and then ye’ll know
that I, like mother, am committed
to see thee changed when thee is wetted
There! Now it’s done! What do I hear?

Quoth the baby, “Motherdear”

“No respect,” I darkly muttered,
from the words that he had uttered,
uttered from his changing table
like words to Scarlet from Clark Gable
in this world, Dad’s in the rear

Quoth the baby, “Motherdear