Troubled

So many babies lie around crying
No one can ever make them happier
It must be from the rainy-day frying
To make each one tree so much sappier.

The rain stops and the rainy-day frying
Is used by no one , exept for their mom
Each baby has it's own gift of crying
And each of them takes a part in Dot Com.

Louna is their mom,Hando is their dad
They can close up a tree branch that is fit
They don't teach little babies quite so bad
They don't let a baby throw or it hit.

If there is a little bit of some light
It might go away, it maybe just might.




Dot Com is a play for babies.