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I have a bundle of joy,

A bouncing baby boy.

Sometimes he seems so mean

I want to jump, scream,

Yell, pull my hair,

Cry my heart out in despair.

Oh, I have a bundle of joy

In this bouncing baby boy.



One of these days, when he is grown

I'll look back at the joys I've known,

The love he brought to me

All the bugs to see;

The dirt and mess

Which made my work no less.

Someday, someone else will clean,

Pull her hair and scream.



He really is quite sweet,

Nicest boy you'll ever meet.

He has a devilish little smile,

He'll win your heart in a while.

He is sneaky, sly, and stealthy;

Angelic, normal and healthy.

Yes, I have a bundle of joy

My bouncing baby boy.