A short break from Bop poems to write down family members' songs. This is the song my mother used to sing to me.
Diana, where art thou going?
Upstairs to take a bath.
Diana, thin as a toothpick
Head shaped just like a tack.
Diana stepped in the bathtub
Pulled out the stopper plug
Oh my goodness
Oh my soul
There goes Diana down the hole.
Thanks, Mom.
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