I'm ready to put the Beastie down for her nap.
She's still asking to nurse
so we start out with tears
began a rousing rendition of
- chorus only; it's all I know -
figuring Lex' will stop crying and join in;
that's what she usually does.
(You have to wonder how I come up with these routines.)
Instead of singing along with me, though,
she put her fingers on my lips.
Dolly Parton, I am not.