There she comes, with a pendulum walk.
Carrying the bump, making her slump.
Sleep to the left, turn to the right.
Never make straight, baby will fright.
Never let mama sleep. Look the bump is sleek.
Baby there, crescent in the dell.
Gloaming twilight, No its dawn.
Swimming the wind, of amniotic sky.
Boxing the rib, kicking the dome.
Its my realm, Never be calm.
Pushing the limits, Wanting to exit.
Not yet baby, you are safe !
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