‘ductions

Twas the night before ‘duction when back at our house
A fetus was stirring like a wee little mouse
Little booties were hung by the crib rail with care
In the hope that a stork soon would be there

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While unorthidox baby names danced in their heads
And M in with her leaf tea and me with nightcap
Had just settled down for one last restful nap…