Seeing me they hold up their palms
to my buggy struggling,
tell me I musn't board their bus
I'll just have to wait for another...
little do they know that on this cold day
they have chosen to fuss with the wrong mother;
for even at only five four feet
and three hours sleep,
I'm not about to alight
without putting up something of a flight.
So despite there being already on board two bugaboos,
these head-a-shaking money takers are set to lose
Because though I may not possess a cradle full
of common sense or wisdom
I think its just about within me
to beable to fold up a Mo**ercare Travel System
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