My bounsing Baby boy
There is a little life in me
Boy or girl, does it really matter
Not at all for this life is part of me
This life was made with my love
As you grow I wonder once again boy or girl
Here my chance to find out, but I don’t
Does it really matter, not at all
At last it is time, I will see you, hold you and feel you
Only four hours of labor
And here you are in my arms
Bouncing baby boy, who once inside me
I now hold in my arms
Ready to love and teach
Ready to give him the world
To show him the way of the world
To love, Respect all people and things
To be a better person than I am
Is that not what it is about
To teach what we were taught
And to teach what we have learnt
Boy or girl, does it really matter
Not at all for this life is part of me
This life was made with my love
As you grow I wonder once again boy or girl
Here my chance to find out, but I don’t
Does it really matter, not at all
At last it is time, I will see you, hold you and feel you
Only four hours of labor
And here you are in my arms
Bouncing baby boy, who once inside me
I now hold in my arms
Ready to love and teach
Ready to give him the world
To show him the way of the world
To love, Respect all people and things
To be a better person than I am
Is that not what it is about
To teach what we were taught
And to teach what we have learnt
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