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The Babysitters Psalm
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Funny stuff This child is my charge and how he wants and needs every five minutes
He covers me in drool-this is not cool
He leadeth me to take nerve pills
He vexes my soul as i rock him to sleep for the umpteenth time this eve
Yea though i walk thru the halls of baby clothes and dirty diapers
I fear loud screams for he is no doubt hungry
His diaper stinketh high and mightily
How i dread this changing
God forbid i should give him a bottle
For his siblings plot to steal it from him
Knowing full well he is hungry and his belly empty
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me to the funny farm
For i have come unglued and there will be hell to pay
On the young butts who made this mess
