Baby Newborn

Out come two tiny feet Mum wails The head follows to complete Mums face pales And baby newborn is born! Tiny hands and tiny feet Innocent look of sweet A mild scent Of sweet present And baby newborn is born! Is it a he? Is it a she? I knew mum and dad were on a mission All the Os and As were mums screaming made-up television 'Spread wide open' I often heard dads tone A common nomination of repetition With the bed singing a song of cracking bones Did either of them ever have any inclination or vision That of me they were producing another clone!