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little man

he’s our little baby

yes our little man

as he kicks at his Mommy

as only he can

for he wants us to know

that he’s almost here

it’s as if he can’t wait

as his birthday draws near

but just not too soon

and don’t wait too long

as anxiety increases

as if something could go wrong

but that will not happen

if we’re ready to go

first off to the hospital

then it’s two for the show

that is if we were all

following some script

where everything progresses

at some easy clip

but that’s not always

as it happened with us

with those false alarms

that sure stirs up a fuss

till those alarms end

and true labor begins

finally starting that countdown

for our little man

as waiting continues

now supplemented with pain

that Mommy endures

just to hear his little name

and when finally he happens

to enter our world

Mommy and Daddy will be so grateful

whether he’s a boy or a girl

and are especially glad

that their blessing is here

with no more delays

and much less to fear

at least until he finally gets

to make his own stand

then gets to live life’s lessons

with his little man

21 July 2000