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BABY ON STRIKE
The baby has been quite upset,
She's cried all morning long;
She simply won't cooperate,
I wonder what is wrong?
Why there's a note inside her crib:
dear dada, starts the letter,
i will no longer works for you
and wear a cutesy sweater.
i will not smile for all your friends
and shakes a rattle round,
nor giggle win you pluck my nose
or make a gaga sound.
i will not squeeze and pull your thumb,
or moo when you say cow;
i will no longer works for you
unless you change me now.
--William Shakespeery
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