I promise… I will not become that dad who collapses into a heap of mushy ‘googoo’ songs now that I have a child.. BUT…
Walking around the house and bouncing his 8lb person on my shoulder, I found myself making up songs on the spot that were at least sharing with you.
This is the first and catchiest of the songs I’ve been singing to Asa. Written for changing time, I present to you… “You Make The Poops”
You make the poops, I clean them up (4x)
Everybody poops sometimes. You poop on yourself, though.