Peter Piper had taken my baby Lambkin to a hotel and when I found him, he was out on a balcony with it. He was dangling Lambkin over the edge! He called me all kinds of foul names, but I said I wasn't a fowl at all, and neither was our child a bird that could fly!But he said he'd rather drop her than let her come back with an unfit mother like me!
How crude!
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I am glad to see that Peter Piper listened to my too-ooo-telage about how to care for a child!
He even copies you when he is hoofing on stage at the Happy Wiener.
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