Dear Marshall,<\/p>\n
You seem to like the sound of my voice. When you were very young,\u00a0 I tried to sing baby songs to you and found that I didn’t know all the words. So I started making up my own songs. Then I couldn’t forget the words, you see, because the lyrics were mine (and subject to change).<\/p>\n
First, of course, was the “Pumpkin Song<\/a>.” Soon after that came “Clean Bum Bum,” which had rather limited lyrics (there were a lot of “bum bums” in it). I probably reached the pinnacle of my songwriting career with “Dancing Diaper Wipe.”<\/p>\n It’s a dancing diaper wipe, a dancing diaper wipe.<\/em> It flutters. It floats. It flips. It flies.<\/em> It’s a dancing diaper wipe, a dancing diaper wipe.<\/em> But let us not forget “Who’s the Cutest Baby?,” which is probably the only one I still sing for you now.<\/p>\n Who’s the cutest baby in the whole wide world? You smile when I sing it to you, and it’s that smile that makes you the cutest baby in the whole wide world.<\/p>\n Maybe when you’re older you will write songs for me. Just not about diaper wipes, ok?<\/p>\n Love,<\/p>\n Mom<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dear Marshall, You seem to like the sound of my voice. When you were very young,\u00a0 I tried to sing baby songs to you and found that I didn’t know all the words. So I started making up my own … Continue reading
\nIt’s dancing just for you.<\/em>
\n(Repeat two times)
\n<\/em><\/p>\n
\nIt’s dancing right before your eyes.<\/em>
\nIt flutters. It floats. It flips. It flows.<\/em>
\nNow it’s right before your toes.<\/em>
\nIt flutters. It floats. It flips. It flees.<\/em>
\nNow it’s right before you knees.<\/em>
\nIt flutters. It floats. It flips. It flies.<\/em>
\nNow it’s back before your eyes.<\/em>
\n<\/em><\/p>\n
\nIt’s dancing. It’s dancing. It’s dancing just for you!<\/em><\/p>\n
\nMarshall is!
\n<\/em>Who’s the cutest baby in the universe?
\nMarshall is!
\nWho’s the cutest baby of all of time?
\nMarshall is!
\nHe’s the cutest baby, the cutest baby.<\/em><\/p>\n