Baby Sling Balloon Born

Paint drawing, skipping around
Barrettes and rubber bands
Protection at all costs
A bumbling, two different fates
Brown hair, blue eyes
I hum Magyar to get to sleep
Your caw of life is a nightmare
You don't know what it means
The simplicity of it all takes pure form
Terrified to hold you when it only means
We're going to have to run
What is he? What is she?
Rip the talking box out
Sister wolf eats the throat of the jester
Here to fucking perform