There are boogers in my pockets
and grapes
maybe the cap of a
milk bottle
rocks and other things
i ask the baby not to eat
so he hands them to me,
as if a wonderful treat
and, they are
treats I mean
everything he gives me
i keep a jar
for rocks that he gives me
and when he's asleep
and restful time awaits
i empty my pockets
throw out the boogers and grapes
and the the rocks go into a
special jar
a jar for rocks
Johnny's treats
that he isn't allowed to eat
but I will keep
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