Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Bishies

Mama don't let your babies grow up to be bishies

Mama don't let your babies grow up to be bishies
Don't let them pick swords and walk in the mist
Make 'em be chibies and angsters and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be bishies
They'll always leave home and they're never alone
'Cause of crazy fangirls in love

Bishies are easy to love but they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a smile than diamonds or gold
Altars with buckles and chocolate a-meltin' [1]
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away

Mama don't let your babies grow up to be bishies
Don't let them pick swords and walk in the mist
Make 'em be chibies and angsters and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be bishies
They'll always leave home and they're never alone
'Cause of crazy fangirls in love

A bishy loves hanging in steam rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls and the night
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do
Sometimes won't know how to take him
He's not wrong he's just different, his bishieness won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right

Mama don't let your babies grow up to be bishies
Don't let them pick swords and walk in the mist
Make 'em be chibies and angsters and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be bishies
They'll always leave home and they're never alone
'Cause of crazy fangirls in love

[1] A reference to the bishy sacrifices that happen from time to time in chat. Don't ask me, I've never been to one.