THE BABY

I have a little baby who drives me up the wall
The baby will not listen to any thing at all
It runs around like crazy and messes up the house
I wonder where it is when it is quiet as a mouse

The baby*s  into everything and is a constant pest
it never seems to know that there is danger in it*s quest
The baby makes me worried that it may hurt itself
By getting into unsafe things I*ve put up on a shelf

I think I*ll have to teach it that it has to toe the line
before the little devil drives me right out of my mind
I know I have an answer now to keeping baby safe
I*m not sure that it*s legal but I must make it behave

I know where baby is now at any time of day
I also know that it is safe and where it has to play
It isn*t in the bedroom, in the kitchen or the hall
I have it in the living room taped up against the wall