Jack's bedtime tonight softened the edges of a rough day.
He asked me to sing "Per Majedy." I didn't know what he meant.
He said, "it's really short."
"Can you sing it for me?" I asked
And this is what he sang:
"Per Majedy's a pretty nice girl,
but she doesn't have a lot to say
Per Majedy's a pretty nice girl
but she changes from day to day
I want to tell her that I love her a lot
But I gotta get a belly full of wine
Per Majedy's a pretty nice girl
Someday I'm going to make her mine, oh yeah,
Someday I'm going to make her mine."
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