Your conception wasn't immaculate, nor was it by design
The plan had called for your coming at some future point in time
You must have been anxious though, you couldn't wait
For then your seed was sown; you'd sealed your fate

Nine months later I held you in my arms
No angel born could compete with this child of charms
It was perfectly obvious for I knew
There could never be anyone as beautiful as you.

My eyes welled with tears of joy
For this perfect little boy
Once induced to arrive
I became the luckiest man alive

While wrapped tightly in your rugs
Brother and sister took turns with their hugs
The whole thing had seemed so divine
That it sent shivers up and down my spine