Choose Your Parents Wisely
From Kalamazoo to Timbuktu
Who’s there to feed and
Comfort you?
Your parents.
When jeers and sneers
Fall on your ears
Who’s there to wipe away your tears?
Your parents.
You flap and flail
And land in jail
Who usually comes to go your bail?
Your parents.
They nurse you when you’re sick
They find you when you’re lost
They pick you up when you’re really down
And never ask the cost.
They help you when you’re happy
They help you when you’re sad
They help you when your dreams get dashed
They help you when you’re bad.
But listen up ‘cause here’s the time
When you’ll get your biggest thrill:
They look into your baby blues and say...
They named you in their Will.
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