Baby left his mother’s rollerskates on the stairs,

Watched her deteriorate

He held his sister’s hand.

Baby put on his cap

And his scarf

Oh his pretty scarf.

Baby smiled at his girl

Told her how it was ‘love’,

She wore armbands.

Baby wore his jeans low

So very low

And had a laugh that infected the honeybees.

Baby’s in a coma

He’ll come back soon

To remove the stings from the wasps