When me prayers were poorly said,
Who tucked me in me widdle bed,
And spanked me till me @§§ was red?
Who took me from me cozy cot
And put me on me ice-cold pot,
And made me pee pee if I could not?
And when the morning light would come,
And in me crib me dribble some,
Who wipe me tiny widdle bun?
Who would me hair so gently part,
And hug me gently to her heart,
And sometimes squeeze me till me fart?
Who looked at me with eyebrows knit,
And nearly had a king size fit,
When in my Sunday pants me s---?
When at night the bed did squeak,
Me raised me head to have a peek,
Who yelled at me to go to sleep?
But no harm done.
Cause here I am today.
This is for you,
Mother and Dad.