When momma died
They all came and asked
“What are ya gonna do with them?”
And you responded
“Tie 'em in a sack and throw 'em in the river”
And the looks of horror on their faces
Sparked a Parish wide baking fest
And their husbands came laden with
Cakes and pies and apologies and
All of the other stuff that people don’t need when they’ve lost someone.
They all said it,
Men can’t raise children.