written for amy as she gave birth to maxwell
in new orleans on big ol' fat tuesday

there once was a listee named amy
who dreamt she was having a baby
it'd be itty bitty
and all hello kitty
a downright cute little lady

imagine the shock that she felt
with ultrasound gel as a belt
that the baby she carried
would some day be hairy
and burpy and scratchy and smell

the pink was changed right away
for a squirtgun and skateboard array
mardi gras mirthday
was young max's birthday
laissez les bon temps roulez!

m.