Against the odds, you were a boy,
Confounding sages of such things,
From bump to boy, with Marie’s help,
We loved your baby screams.
Your limbs they are so smooth and straight,
Your bones so hard and pointy,
Your chubby cheeks and cupid lips,
Your back so warm and downy.
In sleep your hands, expressive things,
Loop and curl your baby dreams,
Awake, your eyes, such pools becalmed,
Reflect the newness of it all.
You cuddly thing, you fluffy thing, you really are so neat,
You sleep and feed and toss and turn,
You cycle in your sleep.
You have your Mummie’s sculptured hands,
But you’ve got your Daddie’s feet!