A Baby for Pree

Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen

Makes babies to breathe

With their hearts hanging open

All over the sheets as soft as beets

In some brown dresser drawer

And with bees in her breath,

And the rest of her ringing

They'll sting through her chest

With a force hard and beating,

'Till wonderfully wet she will get

Until she's soaked inside her clothes.

And there is no sorry to be sorry for,

For a roll around the floor

Some afternoon so sound and soft,

It made her swallow all her sweat

With every bit of breath she coughs,

And when the day it came to pour

All her babies all across the bathroom floor

She will be swimming in them all forever more.