The Babies in the Lawn
The babies in the lawn, the babies in the lawn,
How they keep the town awake till the break of dawn,
Crying, moaning and screaming, for water and for food,
And all this frightful wailing will do the town no good.
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Her name was Clementine and was as charming as can be,
Fragrant, fair and flirty enough to bring a man to his knee,
But underneath her spinster's bonnet lie secrets dark and dreadful,
The metal hooks that in her pantry lie, know flesh, young and sinful.
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With cheerful voice and tempting cakes, and an actress' way with words,
She embraces town girls who want their shame to fly away like birds,
To cut away the tell-tale bump revealing their dalliances in the dark,
Protecting their parents' pride and honour without leaving
