Ev’ry time I wake,
oh, for goodness sake,
I miss my baby boy.
I’m not quite sure why,
I feel my heart cry
since I’m still with my boy.
Once I leave the house,
leave my loving spouse,
I feel a loss of joy.
But, alas, I know
that despite the low,
there is a lot of joy.
“Why is that?” You ask,
“Where’s the joy to bask?”
It’s with my baby’s toy.
He and his mom play,
each and ev’ry day.
She is his best toy.
As the day drags long,
I sing my sad song:
I miss my baby boy.
By the end of day,
I’m ready to play
and have fun with my boy.
