Crybaby, Crybaby, with your eyes so glassy, will there ever be a day of no tears? No wailing or flailing? Not even a pout? Oh poor crybaby, why is your life so wrong? Will you ever go a day with out a sad song? Poor little crybaby, always upset. Never to know what the next few things are. A good family, a love of her life, not even a day of safety. This is the story of crybaby, and all her misfortunes. Never to think with her brain, but with her heart, larger than the size of her own body.