Of Course I'm Listening



   To her husband, the reindeer said,
   “We might get a little rain, dear.”
   “Can we afford to keep him fed?”
   To her husband, the reindeer said,
   “Oh, please stop chomping on your bread.
   Take a look at that thunderhead.”
   “Yes, babes are wondrous, and bring cheer.”
   To her husband, the reindeer said,
   “We might get a little rain, dear!
  
   “You never listen to your doe,
   I’m not sure you’ve got a brain, dear.”
   “Oh, not another tale of woe?”
   “You never listen to your doe,
   And even though I’ve told you so,
   We’re about to get some rain, dear.”
   “If it’s a boy, we’ll name him Joe.”
   “I’m not sure you’ve got a brain, dear.”
  

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