It’s a girl! It’s a girl!

Eleven fifty-nine in the evening
An old clock happily beamed,
On the night of the Full Moon
When a newborn didn’t scream.

“It’s a girl! It’s a girl!”
Bellowed a jolly midwife,
As she hugged the proud man
Who had created the life.

“Do you want to meet your angel?
Are you ready to hold your sweet?
She has a perfect little body,
But I think she’ll have HUGE feet”

The father snatched his tiny bundle
And ran straight for his horse,
The midwife was horrified,
But didn’t follow his course.

On a magical spring night
Caribbean villagers recall,
Horse’s hooves beating sleepy ground;
Echoing of a proud father’s call.

I can sleep standing up ;-) What's your superpower?

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