Once there was a stork who
delivered baby girls,
In pink chocolate cigar boxes
with a head of curls.
The stork flew strong all throughout
the night,
With the babies fast asleep, as
he took flight.
When he landed in a baby’s
nursery room,
He tried to land without making
a boom.
As the baby woke up in the
morning air,
The family found a child instead
of a teddy bear.
A pink chocolate cigar box sat
by her side,
Which left the parents’ eyes
open wide.
Chocolate cigars for the first
eighteen years.
The family could share them and
give great cheers
For the baby that would one day
become a lady,
Until then she’d have to keep
last names like O’Grady.
Of course, the stork gobbled up cigars on the sly.
Then, he waved his wings and
said good-bye.
He had done his job, and he was
onto the next,
Delivering babies was extremely
complex.
The cigar boxes had to be bright
pink,
And the cushions inside softer
than you think.
The chocolate had to be
semi-sweet,
And room enough for ten toes and
ten feet.
Now, if you wanted a boy, you’d
meet a different stork,
With blue cigar boxes, all the
way from New York!
Copyright 2018 Jennifer Waters
