His li’l sweet incessant cry dug a well of ecstasy in his mother,
His cute smile grabbed the gaze of people of our parish,
He would kick his legs all day long as if he could not be exhausted.
His father would run from pillar to post to find a toy to keep him happy,
His grandma was flooded with euphoria the day he learnt callin’ her.
Now he’s all grown up ready for the world.