‘Twas dead of night and people slept
In comfort of their bed,
The old clock chimed each hour away,
Close by the old bed head.
The child inside gave urgent thrust
In Mother wide awake,
She gently shook her slumbering spouse
And thought of things to take
To hospital in country town,
The very best they state,
The man dialled on the bedside phone
A glance at panting mate
Her face was filled with dread and joy
The pulsing pain was strong,
She organized her suitcase things,
The birth would not be long.
The taxi came, and vocal male
To driver shouted “speed!”
To hospital across the town
To birth his precious seed.
The hospital was well equipped
To care for Mum and child,
Sedated husband now made calm
Now rendered meek and mild.
On birthing table now she climbed
While doctor donned his gown,
She shouted loud as pains increased
And infant headed down.
The doctor smiled at watching nurse,
He held the baby high
And patted newborn on the back
Then heard a lusty cry.
The Mother looked at newborn girl
With a radiant smile of joy,
‘Twas mischief plain on Mother’s face,
The man had hoped a boy!
Then doctor sought the pacing Pop;
Reported all was well,
And led him to his newborn child
Entranced by baby’s spell
“She’s beautiful,” he told his wife
As soon as she awoke,
Let’s plan another very soon!
He chuckled at the joke
With narrowed eyes she searched his face
When pulsating pain had eased,
“You’ll carry next one by yourself,
And then we’ll see who’s pleased!”
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