A Baby Girl Lives Here Now
In the corner of the spare room,
There’s a little cradle now:
And the day-to-day routine
Has gotten busier somehow.
There’s a bib among the napkins–
And a talcumy perfume
Drifts around the little toys
That lie about the room.
The little teddy bear stands guard
With his round and rolly eyes
When all the house is still
But for the sounds of lullabies.
Yet even without all these things,
It’s still obvious somehow
From the happiness that fills the air–
A baby girl lives here now.