Please Help Me,
I'm Counting On You




Sometimes my mama makes me so mad
I feel like throwing the cover off my bed
But I guess it would be best if I kept my cool
And put a great big frown on my face instead.


I sure will be glad when my daddy gets home
He's easier to fool into letting me have my way
Oh! How I wish mama was as easy to trick as he is
She might be if she had to go to the office everyday.


I guess I'll have to get used to things as they are
And do my best to think up a new trick or two
They better be good because mama isn't easy to fool
If any of you can help me I sure would thank you.


Please help me, I'm counting on you....


Ralph L. Clark © 2002

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