Things have really turned around
Since that very first ultrasound
My room's quietly been taken over
By my little lucky four-leaf clover
While everyone's arms on her enclose
I keep my face expression composed
I stand by in case, waiting for her to cry
Giving up on any significant shut-eye
Ah but she is sweet, soft, cream,
My snow white pure sunlit beam
In her neck lingers a milky smell,
She tastes my skin and we are well
She surveys me with her watchful eyes
How wholeheartedly everything she tries!
Complete trust in her innocent face
My occasional anger - a shameful disgrace
I watch her from the corner of my eye
If anyone hurts her I swear they'll die (lol)
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