When you’re waiting for a baby to come
Everything seems oh! so ho-hum
With way too much time
You start making a rhyme
And end up with a silly poem
We’re all so eagerly waiting
The uncertainty everyone hating.
Ben, what’ll it take
Your grand entrance to make?
I promise to give a high rating!
I think it’s time for Ben to come out
Although this he seems to doubt
Soon Sarah’ll be in a dither
Running hither and thither
While Ben wonders what the fuss is about.