Bundle of Joy

Doesn’t he look like his mother And the nose, it’s his fathers you know Look at his grin and the shape of his chin He’s the image of your brother Joe The hair, there’s a lot, it’s amazing It’s like granddads before it fell out His lungs are so strong, well it won’t be too long He’ll be screaming and running about Oh bless him he’s smiling, he’s lovely He’s so cute you could eat him for tea His eyes, well, they’re certainly grandma’s Pick him up, pass him over to me He must be an absolute pleasure New babies can bring so much joy So what are you going to call him, Oh dear, so she isn’t, a boy