My Glorious Birth

She screamed and shouted But i did not nudge. She hollered and moaned But again, my door, i did not touch. I sat comfortable and played inside For it was warm and homely But of the other side, I knew nothing about life there. But when I heard her being slapped to silence, Of her cries and screams, I was well moved. And out of love and pity, I opened my door. As i narrowly and painfully came out, I was blinded by light rays and i felt pains But the other creatures there shouted. Feet stamped and hands clapped 'A lad' I heared a white creature spluttering Again feet stamped and hands clapped 'The third lad' somebody said from afar. I discovered that I was crying. Tired and wearied, my mum held me close, She surveyed my face and touched my nose I felt love and joy surging through her Though she will have prefered a lass 'Michael, Michael, Michael,' she called And went limp with me in her arms And so Michael i came to be And that was the last i saw of my sweet mum.