That’s All Right, Jack

When you’re a baby and you’re cute
You get away with a lot.
So here comes Jack,
To take our spot.

He cries in the night, and everybody says
“What’s the matter, Jack? Everything all right?”

Spits up his milk, and everybody says
“What’s the trouble, Jack? Tummyache? Aww.”

They coo when you smile and they ooo when you frown.
They never raise their voices; ’cause it might bring you down.
Everybody tries to make the baby feel good,
And treats him like the sweetest in the neighborhood.

He burps real loud, and everybody says
“Ooo; feel better?” And giggles.

Poops in his pants, and everybody says
“Somebody needs a change.” And they powder his bottom like a pudgy biscuit.

So here comes Jack, and everybody says
“That’s all right, Jack.” “Look at that smile.” “Awww, ain’t that cute!” (CUTE!)

Yep.

When you’re a baby and you’re cute
You get away with a lot.
You can’t do any wrong,
So take your best shot.

But just remember, Jack, bro’,
It doesn’t last: We know.
Signed, brother Max, sister Grace, and Will.