Hey baby, we gotta say, we don’t know what you are
A girl or a boy, you are our super star
Are you gonna be sweet as an apple pie
Or be fussy and colicky making us sigh
Mom’s hoping you’ll take after your dad
Or your math will be something real sad
Not to mention you might be taken for a hobbit
And lunacy might be a bothersome bit
Dad’s just wishing he can hire a cheap genie
To change your diaper and sing you a lullaby
Your grandma you’ll be a gift from heaven
She’ll probably reconsider by month seven
Whatever you are, we can’t wait for you to be born
You can decide if you want us to smile or look forlorn
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