Disclaimer: This poem’s whole plot is what NOT to do with babies.
The day a child is born Is a happy one of course One filled with joyous cheers And the mother’s breaths are forced
It’s hard to pick a name Adequate for Baby Like Janice, Joan, or Jane Everything’s a maybe
Time for feeding Baby Give her something yummy Like fruits and veggies; something sweet Like bread with jam and honey
Time to swaddle Baby Wrap her nice and tight Give her lots of time alone And whisper ‘Sleep well tonight’
Let Baby cry No matter how bad things sound She’ll get over it soon enough You can let her lay around
Never Stop Learning 