:date: 2019-01-14
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 My Boy Mort
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:raw-html:`©` 1997 Barry A. Warsaw

| Mort's due date is past, my boy's running late
| He's busy in there, there's a lot on his plate
| Perhaps he's aware of his tired parents' fate
| Or maybe he's tasting the meatballs Mom ate
|
| We're anxious to start the new life Morty brings
| And learn how to wipe all his drippy new things
| We'll coax smiles from his eyes as his mom and I sing
| And we'll laugh as he squeals during ceiling high flings!
|
| We tried Indian food, we tried the Chinese.
| We tried to beg, plead, cajole, tempt, offer, tease,
| We even tried yelping and forcing a sneeze!
| We tried bumpy roads, Mort please come out, please!
|
| My boy isn't dumb, he knows what he's got
| It's perfect in there, not too cold, not too hot
| There's no mean old dad putting him on the spot
| And making him mow the lawn, like it or not!
|
| So I'll let him relax now, I'll give him a break
| He'll arrive soon enough, naked, cold and awake
| And with the first large lungs of breath he will take
| A wail he'll produce and the windows will shake
|
| We'll love him a lot, all his fingers and toes
| From his diaper rash butt, to his snot crusted nose
| We'll cheer all his victories and comfort his woes
| And our hanky will close on his nose when he blows
|
| So Mort all is cool, everythings A-OK
| You'll slide into this world, very soon, any day
| Take the time that you need, we will do it your way
| "Have a safe, happy journey" is all I can say!
|
| Dad