Birth Comes To Us All

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