The little child arrived on the scene right on time.
He left the homey womb without much fuss.
He had thick black hair like his mother’s line
and long fingers and toes — his father’s touch.

Surrounded by brother and sisters and cousins, too,
he would not want for attention at any time.
His two big sisters want to cuddle him through and through,
while big brother just looks and says little brother seems fine.

Aunts from both sides want to hold and cuddle the guy.
Uncles who haven’t seen him yet will beam one day
and with all that attention there is no way he will grow up shy,
and as long as his nourishment is near he is a-okay.

He’s pretty lucky to be born into this particular clan,
and he stands a good chance to be a well-adjusted man.