Uncle Erik says you’ll never gonna wear a ballerina’s shoes;
Though you’re only a week-old, you already got big toes.
Hush, honey, your baldy uncle is just kidding;
He’ll probably be in the front row, cheering.
Dad says you don’t have my resemblance one-bit;
Though he never argued when I showed him your feet.
You see, honey, Papa’s a bit tall compared to them;
Your aunt says you might just become a beauty queen.
Your momma fears you might get my complexion;
But she has no choice, she also hates her skin tone.
Hush, honey, we’re all just amused looking at you;
We actually want to say, “Bravo, bravo!”
You see, honey, you are a very fine specimen; whenever I say you are so beautiful, everyone just says, “Amen!”
