Listen to this poem in episode 17.
The itty bitty little ones lie snug
and mommy kindly smiles presenting smug-
ly baby one and baby two still sleep-
ing, looks like precious balls of fur all heaped
in. One decides to open eyes and peek,
she stretches belly out. If she could speak
she’d ask “Oh, where am I” so quiet kept.
"If strangers frighten mommy’ll intercept."
The bright-eyed baby spotter leaps within
with goo-goo eyes though nothing’s happenin’
“They are so cute!” is uttered from my lips
who’s cooing just like Gladys and the Pips.
Below me baby number two awakes
she blinks and stirs and squirms just like a snake.
You want to hold her? Are you sick? Wash hands.
Newborns are fragile, so I understand.
It takes a while to get the pumpkin still
she stretches constantly and her mouth spills
a little baby slobber, but it’s cute.
More baby language, she listens astute-
ly for a two month old—then time to feed,
so back to mommy she provides all needs.
Politely I say bye, it’s time to go
surprise visit and babies stole the show
back to studying, my focus, I’ll have to go. The best part:
see others’ babes, dote heavily, depart.
‘Cause if it was babies I had in lieu
of school, Oh Lord what tremors would rattle my heart.