She has her own song

For your enjoyment, I give you the Mama Mia song.  I cannot remember the origin of it, but it has been with her since her first few weeks of life, during breast milk poops aplenty.  It is even recorded on her little V-Tech phone.  Embarrassingly, my kids sing it to her wherever we are.  So, without further delay, here it is in its entirety;

Mama Mi-ah

I can see ya

Makin’ yell-a

Diarrhe-ah

It needs another verse, but we’re not that creative.