When crabby babies cry
sing them the song about the stars in the sky
tell them it will be alright
and hold them all through the night
dont let go
prove and show
that there safe
and you will keep there pace
when the say
there done
dont give them that look thats gray
tell them go have some fun
just because you know its a risk
make sure you dont choose and pick
and when that crabby baby falls
they dont have to make that call
they willl grow up strong
and maybe even learn to play ping pong
le them explore
and limit the chores
life is a wonderful place
if you walk a nice slow pace
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