I really want to help you, your problem I can see.
I just can't now; there's a Puppy On Me.
You want a drink of water but you can't reach the sink
You wrapped a string around your finger, now it's pink
Your diaper's wet, you stubbed your toe
You ate up all the cookie dough
What kind of mother would I be
Not to help, but I'm P.O.Me
Now you've lost your brother, he ran out the front door
You're watching a movie full of violence and gore
You haven't had your dinner yet, nor breakfast, nor lunch
You're dropping plates off the roof just to hear them crunch
You took a bath and nearly drowned
You drove my car around the town
Well, always here for you are we
Your mom and the Puppy On Me.
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