My mom used to sing this little song to me:
Oh be careful little hands what you do.
Oh be careful little hands what you do.
For the Father up above,
Is looking down in love.
Oh be careful little hands what you do.
She sang the other verses too:
Oh be careful little mouth what you say...
Oh be careful little ears what you hear...
Oh be careful little eyes what you see...
My son must have heard this song somewhere too. Today at breakfast he was singing this rendition to his brother:
Oh be careful little brother what you eat.
Oh be careful little brother what you eat.
So your body doesn't explode,
Because that would be so gross.
Oh be careful little brother what you eat.
My family is full of talent.
1 comment:
Wow, that makes me miss them already!
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