Part Two:

She’s Waiting In Her Bed,

She Sees The Lovely View,

He First baby’s In Her Hands,

She Waits For Number Two.

She Kisses It On It’s Head,

And On It’s Tiny Cheek,

She Looks At It For A While,

It’s Late By A Week.

She Wishes that it’s father,

Could see it’s lovely face,

But sadly he’s away,

He’s been lost without a trace.

He’s off fighting a war,

That has no end in sight,

He’s probably going to fall,

To the enemies might.

The other baby just arrived,

It looks just as cute,

All three of them sleep in wait,

All of them just stay mute.

They’ll stay that way till he arrives,

Which will not occur that soon,

They’ll stay that way for two more weeks,

Till there is no moon.

T.F.M