A Father's Worry
He worried and fretted
She screamed and cried
She couldn't bear the pain
His right hand hurt with a twang
The Father left the room with his head hung low
While the mother tossed to and fro
He walked down the hall, only for a moment
The baby was due and he knew he could assent
When he walked back inside
He started to cry
He just couldn't bear to see her whine
He sat down beside her
And wrapped her hand around his
She squeezed and he winced with a sad sort of smile
Her screams were vile to anyone's ear
But when the time came His brain went
Completely lame
The child cried a fierce, howling yell
her, tired and her face covered with sweat fell
Fast asleep in a nice warm bed
The Mother and Father a family at once
He worried and fretted
She screamed and cried
But they were a family
And all was
Fine.