babli

The wails, the flails, and the shouts

Oh those nerve-wrenching bouts

She twisted and she turned, in the womb

Her own dank dark little tomb

And the mother arched her back,

And the midwife gave a smack.

Push Push Push Push Push

The father was not so khush

But be that as it may

Little Babli was out in day.

She’s a girl, Gods she’s a girl!

Who’ll buy her diamonds,

Who’ll buy her pearls?

And twirl her godforsaken curls?

No we can’t keep her, OFF WITH HER!

Only to a boy, shall I confer!

She was hence left to fate, outside a Big Red Door

Crying and hollering, while the townsfolk snore

But, oh, be that as it may

Little Babli was not astray.

But then she was taken in, pink and thin

Pretty almond eyes and a tender chin

She’s a darling, the nice lady said

She shall be happy, in our stead

She’ll marry a prince!

Who’ll buy her diamonds rings

And satin and velvet and big fat pearls

And dainty maidens to twirl her curls!

She shall be a lady, graceful and fair,

“Would you like that little one? For you I care.”

But, hey, be that as it may

Little Babli farted instead.