The wheels on the stroller go round and round
Round and round, round and round
The wheels on the stroller go round and round
When we go for our jog.The baby in the stroller screams, Let me out!
Let me out, Get me out!
The baby in the stroller whines I want out!
Every second of our jog.The mamma pushing the stroller sighs, My butt is jiggling
My butt is jiggling, I hate the way it’s jiggling
The mamma pushing the stroller says Jiggle, jiggle jiggle,
Too many chocolate chip cookies.The wheels on the stroller say Pump me up,
Pump me up, I’m running low on air,
The wheels on the stroller say pump me up,
The baby was 10 pounds the last time you did.The mama jogging with baby says Man it’s hot,
I’m sweating like a pig, An out of shape pig,
The mama jogging with baby says I’m so out of shape,
Too many chocolate chip cookies.The baby in the stoller finally falls asleep,
Falls asleep, finally falls asleep,
The baby in the stoller finally drifts away to sleep,
Only five minutes away from home.
So this is what all of those poetry workshops and music lessons were for. (A girl can only sing the same damn lyrics so many times you know.)
