Baby Lou
Baby Lou, baby Lou,
Baby Lou, I love you,
Baby Lou, Baby Lou,
No one’s going to love you more than I do.
Can you talk, Baby Lou?
Can you say Mommy’s name?
Can you blabber and blather and make her laugh?
Can you make your dear Mommy smile again?
Can you grin, Baby Lou?
Can you smile for your mum?
Can you laugh and giggle and do it some more?
And change your mum’s mood from oh-so-glum?
Baby Lou, baby Lou,
Baby Lou, I love you,
Baby Lou, Baby Lou,
No one’s going to love you more than I do.
Can you play, Baby Lou?
Can you have some more fun?
Can you flitter and frolic and shake it some more?
Can you tire yourself in the bright morning sun?
Can you stand, Baby Lou?
Can you get up on your feet?
Can you rise and totter and stumble and move?
Can you make your mum want to give you treat?
Baby Lou, baby Lou,
Baby Lou, I love you,
Baby Lou, Baby Lou,
No one’s going to love you more than I do.
Can you fly, Baby Lou?
Can you glide off the top?
Can you hover and soar and bank some more?
Can you fly when Mum throws you off the top?
Can you save yourself, Baby Lou?
Or do anything other than on the ground lie?
Can you scream or shout or make a huge fuss?
Or can you do nothing but die?
Baby Lou, baby Lou,
Baby Lou, I love you,
Baby Lou, Baby Lou,
No one’s going to love you more than I do.
