by Rita Chandler

Created on: June 12, 2010

“Go pick up the baby”
My mama called to one and all
Even though the baby was at the park playing ball.

“Go tell the baby”
My daddy exclaimed over his unexpected good luck
But the baby was not home because she was out driving the truck.

“The baby knows”
My sister said perplexed over a confusing plot
Maybe because a college degree said the  baby learned a lot.

“This is the baby”
My brother introduced me to people in the know
Who were confused that the youngest child had hair as white as snow.

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