With his ten little fingers and ten little toes,
And his Daddy's Italian nose.
They'll feed him and change him, rock him and sway him.
And love him like no boy has been loved before.
But until then, he's happy in his home,
Curled up all cozy and warm.
Tumbling, kicking, and playing with Mum,
Till the beat of her heart lulls him to sleep.
She's going to miss having him in there.
