Baby boy wants to play
His toys are too far away
He is only eight months old
Reaches out for that toy to hold
In his walker, he goes across the room
Pretending it is a car that is going zoom
Baby boy spies his mother so dear
When he sees her he has nothing to fear
Baby boy cries tears for all to heed
He is crying for it is time for his feed
Now he feeds for he is hungry right now
He is so hungry he could drain a cow
Now baby boy it is time for your bed
Time to lay down your sleepy head
Time for you to go away to dream land
Until then, mother is there to hold your hand
His toys are too far away
He is only eight months old
Reaches out for that toy to hold
In his walker, he goes across the room
Pretending it is a car that is going zoom
Baby boy spies his mother so dear
When he sees her he has nothing to fear
Baby boy cries tears for all to heed
He is crying for it is time for his feed
Now he feeds for he is hungry right now
He is so hungry he could drain a cow
Now baby boy it is time for your bed
Time to lay down your sleepy head
Time for you to go away to dream land
Until then, mother is there to hold your hand
copyright Chris Smith 2008
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