bump bump bah the baby rodeo look at number two go at the baby rodeo so much fun, look at 'em run singing and dancin' at the baby rodeo another dark sunday descend upon the baby rodeo, who will win who knows? the dirt is fresh and the babies are new ready to run round and round who will you bet on...and on and on and on at the baby rodeo a sudden twist of fate, the baby rodeo cheers for number four as he races along the inside, stretching, going at the baby rodeo life is unpredictable number three, man she is pulling strong, sparks flying from a freshly waxed diaper go go go at the baby rodeo what's it all mean, at the baby rodeo? all i know is round and round and go go go at the baby rodeo
Reason for writing:
based loosely on the works of the commodes
a performance art piece, meant to be sung
to a hoe-down guitar rhythm.
Birth sign: Cancer
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