Beside the bassinet,
she’ll light her cigarette.
The babies in her care
have smoke rings in their hair.
Sometimes near diaper rashes,
you’ll even find her ashes.
And baby’s first words often
are simply, "please stop coughin’."
She’s a nicotine nanny,
a two-pack granny.
She’ll take care of your young,
but they’ll need an iron lung.
It takes her five puffs, maybe,
to sing "Rock-a-bye-baby."
And while they bathe
with rubber duckies,
she’ll smoke three
unfiltered Lucky’s.