Baby pictures; I’m the first born,
There are so many more of me.
My sibs all fume with jealous scorn.
Four albums full that I adorn –
Pictures of me and not those three.
Baby pictures, I’m the first born;
I’m on Dad’s shoulder, they’re forlorn,
And there I sit upon Mom’s knee.
My sibs all fume with jealous scorn.
Barb says, “Your bare butt; that’s just porn!!
Is there not but one shot of me?”
Baby pictures; I’m the first born.
Ed’s become a whining thorn.
Jim asks, “Was I an absentee?”
My sibs all fume with jealous scorn.
There’s no need to blow my own horn,
The Kodak made a star of me.
Baby pictures, I’m the first born,
My sibs all fume with jealous scorn.
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