Birth Comes To Us All - Good Rats

Birth comes to us all

Everybody knows every child must grow

And growth comes to us all

SIx pounds, seven ounces, not too big at all

You got no say in what you wear

Or even what you’re called

And names come to us all

You don’t know why you pull your ear

You seen your Daddy do it

And Grandpa did the same old thing

And your own will pursue it

And ways come to us all

They pushed the spinach down your mouth

And don’t forget the 'taters

And when you’ve made a mess of things

They never tell you later

They could be singing waiters

Isn’t it a shame you never took the tim

To thank the real Santa Claus

And when you found it out

To old to kiss his mouth

And pain coms to us all

In nasty cuts and bruises

And doctors give you medicines

But Mama sees you throughs it

And love comes to us all

And growth comes to us all

And ways come to us all

And names come to us all

And birth comes to us all