It was a Thursday afternoon
Or so I think
When the nurse took me from her womb
And bathed me in the sink.
Yellow- skinned and noisy
And hated to sleep
She found a better life for me at 6 months
Oh, how it must have cut her deep
It took her 2 years and 2 months to replace me
I guess she tried to improve
But the cycle continued
I guess she never learnt from the 1st wrong move.
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