Her mama stole my baby sister gladly!
She started acting like a happy brother,
Who carried flowers under water Natty!
We never wanted any younger mother.
Too many hungry people going dashing!
So busy feeling mighty kinda cheeky,
To see the word of mother nature bragging,
That nasty stupid dirty devil squeaky.
You are such an ugly liar liar!
Consider me an awful little sickly!
I never heard about aspiring writer,
No one was really young or very pretty.
These girls are awful very gallantly,
They know how many people even dare!
No one would really love this lovely Natty!
The devil shining through his golden hair.
He offered me a handsome Villager.
Though my son was neither rich or braver,
Who could have gotten any better mister!
No lady ever treated like a sailor.
So pretty baby please remember Mister,
We never had another early morn!
Not being like a very heavy drinker,
Waking at the thought of you forlorn.
To know their parents never sought revenge.
So many years for those whose heart was dashing,
Who knew what lovely children could avenge,
See how many other people bragging.
No one would ever love another dad!
An angel may become a liar liar!
Not really any happy feeling glad,
But Lord have mercy on aspiring writer.
The son of life is very awful sickly!
Perhaps my father pleases me and gladly!
I often wonder whether young or pretty,
Being treated like a lady Natty.
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