The stork is bringing babies, or so I have been told.
My neighbor says he saw it; he wouldn’t lie so bold.
My wife tells me it ain’t so, and I shouldn’t be upset.
But it’s hard to believe her, given the feathers in our bed.
The stork is bringing babies, or so I have been told.
My neighbor says he saw it; he wouldn’t lie so bold.
My wife tells me it ain’t so, and I shouldn’t be upset.
But it’s hard to believe her, given the feathers in our bed.
