Babe’s Out ‘the Cradle with No Silver Spoon

With help from Harry Chapin

My daughter called me–when I got up:

Since one A. M. she’d been throwing up.

“Since you’re a mom, maybe you’ll know what?”

I replied, “I’ll sure try, my Little Pup.”

We talked about water and electrolytes,

And eating only tiny bites,

And I told her to rest today and tonight.

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Babe’s out’the cradle with no silver spoon,

I wish I could help her through these waves and swoons.

“Mom, I have a question?” What a precious call!

It was like she’s not gone at all, Yeah,

It was like she’s not gone at all.

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Another daughter, too, through her Facebook Stat:

A trip to the E. R. – Imagine that!

That, too, was this morning—right off the bat;

I felt so helpless, waiting for FB Chat!

So I posted a comment of love and prayer,

And reminded her sweetly to please take care.

Boy, do I wish that I could be there!

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Babe’s out’the cradle with no silver spoon,

I wish I could help her through these waves and swoons.

But updating her status—for prayer, a call?

It was like she’s not gone at all, Yeah,

It was like she’s not gone at all.

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A day ago, my third called me—quick:

“Can you come and get me? I think I’m sick!”

“You bet, Little Girl; find a place to sit.

You’ll see me real soon; I’ll be there in a click.”

As I approached, she was being helped

By a woman some’ older than myself.

So I thanked the Lord, as I unbuckled my belt.

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Babe’s out’the cradle with no silver spoon,

‘Glad we could help her through these waves and swoons.

Getting that call from her cellular phone,

I was happy to bring her home, Yeah,

I was happy to bring her home.